1. Food. Not just the food. Eating in itself was an experience. People don't just walk into a restaurant and hurry out. They enjoy their meal. They eat it outside. They don't talk on the phone (what a concept, right?). And of course, everything tasted amazing, even the fast food. Especially the street food.
That's a genuine French Nutella Crepe. Screw Le Madeleine.
2. Museums. Namely, the Louvre. Going there was possibly the highlight of, hm, I don't know, my life so far. It made me feel inspired, and overwhelmed, but in a good way. Oh, and the Mona Lisa isn't such a big deal. She's actually pretty disappointing. Bummer, since I've been waiting ten years to see her in person.
And outside, people took naps, picnicked, made out, read, soaked up the sun on the warm grass.
And outside, people took naps, picnicked, made out, read, soaked up the sun on the warm grass.
Tell me, where can you find that in an American museum? I've been to several, and never have I witnessed anything quite like it. One guy, bless his lovely French heart, took a swim in a fountain, and didn't come out until the security guard called for back up. If you're ever in Paris, I definitely recommend visiting the Louvre. It will break my poor little artist's heart if you don't.
3. Graffiti. I don't want to support vandalism, but they do a way better job over in France.
Quite creative, too.
4. And, how to ignore it, French boys. Let's just say my standards have been raised significantly.
I did a lot of sighing in France.
Oh, and if you're ever in Paris, keep in mind that walking by a modeling school smack in the center of a high end shopping district (you know, Gucci, Prada, Fendi, blah blah blah, etc.) can crush your self esteem.
Crush. It.
