Paris Syndrome

 

 

I finally went to Paris last weekend after more than 4 years of reflecting.

That was really not in my budget, but I had around 7 days off and so, I booked myself a round-trip ticket.

Paris is Paris. There is no sugar-coating about it.

Maganda! The architectures are beautiful like the Grand Palace and the Notre Dame Cathedral.

Yung Eiffel Tower...malaki!

Pero hindi ako fan. Pero masarap tumambay around doon. There are parks everywhere where you can lay a picnic blanket or something and you can chill alone or with friends.

Arc d`Triomphe hindi ko na pinuntahan. Taena. Ang init-init!

Andaming turista nung nagpunta ako.

Siyempre char lang. Turista din naman ako no.

Pero the tourist buses and boats were all full. Grabe.

Buti ako matipid (walang malaking budget) kaya naging adventurous at bumili na lang ng train ticket.

Pinuntahan ko rin yung Cedric Grolet eme Bakery (yung mamahaling Panaderia dito pero sabi ng mga lokal rip-off raw). Buti na lang sarado na nung nadatnan ko. LOL.

Pero tama sila, the Parisians dress really well. But I wouldn`t call it better than say, Berliners.

They do like to layer and mix & match. Magaling sila doon.

And no, hindi naman maraming gwapong lalaki doon as portrayed on media.

Or probably not just my types of men. Pinoy pa rin para sa akin ang pinaka-gwapo.

And because I felt that I have toured the city well, I decided to check-out early and just stay in the airport overnight.

Paris, in my opinion, is a one-and-done place.

Beautiful architecture with beautiful people. But I feel not-so-safe there. And not to be offensive, but these black people look at you very suspiciously. Very different from the black people I have encountered in Berlin or Rome. 

Merci beaucoup et au revoir!