Paris

A city I wanted to love but who had no love for me. Arriving tired and in need of a shower after a long and boring bus ride wasnt the perfect way to start (neither was lacking change for the washroom or the metro). I soon saw a women walking with a baguette in her oversized designer bag. Thats when I knew I was in Paris.


The first day I headed out on a free three hour walking tour. I found a croissont before I found the tour and felt very french until I had to ask for directions, apparently all I need to say is 'Oui, ca va?' and I give away that Im Canadian. Its not that they wouldnt say that here, its just that my accent is that bad. Whatever. Screw you french bakery.

I take the tour, I meet other travelers, I see the sights,I stroll along the river with a cute australian (sorry steve) learning about Louis IX, etc, etc. Fast forward an hour - its raining and Im wet, Im cold, I dont tip the guide, I forget the Aussie, I go for wine instead with another girl who has had enough of this learning about history tourist crap.

When it stops raining we meet up with a local and we see the city from a different perspective, one that I prefer but still dont love.

Tomorrow I leave for Toulousse (very near spain) to spend some time in the countryside studying art. Paris was nice but Im not sad to be moving on so quickly and dont feel that Im missing out on very much. In fact, Im really looking forward to some fresh air.