A Dragon at Paris

I’ve been to Paris before, but this is the first time I’ve had a few days to research and experience its town and its folks. Paris is a very large city, bigger than most other major European cities, so I am sure my observations will not apply to the whole city or every area. I spent most of my time around the central core, from the financial district at the West to Charles De Gualle from the East.  

The Girls  

As always, let us cover the girls first. It is probably no surprise to hear me say that French girls are clearly the best-looking girls in Western Europe. But A) that is not saying much; B) recall that I am excluding equally Scandinavia and Eastern Europe when I say”Western Europe”; C) they are not much better-looking compared to other nations, just marginally so.

All that being said, yes, there are hot girls here, that is very unlike London and Berlin. Not one of the sexy women in Paris (that I have seen anyway) are super-hDecision t and many women are not hot or cute, exactly like any other city. But this could be my American Societal programming kicking in without me realizing it. French individuals have a tendency to have noses that look strange to American eyes which extends to the adorable and sexy women here. Perhaps if you are a non-American you may find them more appealing than I do.  

French girls have the best bodies in Western Europe and here they shine far past their British and German counterparts. Women in France are a lot more likely to have bigger boobs and larger, rounder asses than any other Western European country by far.  

Do not get me wrong; women’s curviness here is nothing like South America, not even close. It is more on par with the USA where you can discover curvy girls compared to Germany (where there are almost none since they are too skinny) or London (where they have a tendency to be obese and/or have a gigantic mix of body types).  

Regrettably, I have discovered that many of those negative stereotypes of French folks have a tendency to be true. I’ll cover some of them I have experienced both on this trip and prior trips I have taken to France.  

First off is the body odor. Holy shit. Yes, the stereotype that French people do not shower as often is accurate, or {} be, because many times I have been smacked in the face with very horrible man body odor. I don’t mean the kind where you say”Hm, that man needs cologne.” Oh no, I am talking about being bowled over with the worst BO you have ever smelt in your lifetime.   

I have noticed this shitty BO consistently comes in guys, never from girls. I guess it is just a part of the culture. The men here also have a tendency to be shorter on average than guys in Germany (who are tall), guys in England (who come in all shapes and sizes) and guys in Italy (who are short and wide, but not quite this brief ).  

Xenophobia. I’ve discovered the stereotype that French men and women are intolerant of foreigners (like other Europeans) at least partly correct. On one of my trips here I took my Mom. She obtained many dirty looks from French people as it was clear she could not speak the language. Uber drivers here are very quiet when they realize you are an American, that is the reverse of Uber drivers in London and Berlin that are extremely talkative and friendly nearly across the board.  

It is really something. You’d better get used to cigarette smoke if you spend any extended time in Paris. Normally I do not care but now it was troublesome because Pink Firefly, who had been with me on this excursion, is allergic to cigarette smoke (it really makes her ill; it triggers some interesting scenarios once we go to Vegas), so it was hard for her.   

SDecision , I needed to explain to her that left-wing France does not possess the hyper-negative stigma attached to smokes the left-wing does in the USA.   

Side notice : I have never smoked and I despise cigarettes with a passion, but I am a libertarian so I am against cigarettes being prohibited. (See? I can separate my personal opinions from what I’d impose on society. It is called rationality.) But I digress.  

Surprisingly, Parisians are much more”spacey” than many other huge city-dwellers. People in Paris, despite living in one of the biggest and busiest cities on Earth often walk around like they are in dream state, abruptly stopping without checking them behind, or gradually turning around while in the midst of dense crowd, or simply standing there staring off into space rather than moving aside. Quite a few times I nearly crashed into French people acting like they were alone out in an open field as opposed to in a crowded, speedy moving town. Very weird.

People like this always make me overlook Asia. Those town dwellers are focused and fast and do not fuck around. Much better in my opinion.  

French individuals are a whole lot more socially aggressive, which I kind of like. This could be a comparison to people like the Canadians that are more socially passive. French individuals have no issue at walking right up to you in the airport and (politely) telling you to move your ass two chairs over so that they could sit closer to the USB port so that they could charge their phone. A random girl on the plane pretty much handed me her massive bag and expected me to place it under the chair in front of me since she had been sitting in an exit row. A man standing behind Pink Firefly in a line told me that she had to shut her handbag and that it was dangerous for her to have it open. Most people in many countries do not have these sorts of societal chunks, but the French certainly do.  

That handbag thing leads into the dilemma of crime in Paris. The petty crime rate here is pretty bad. After we were settled PF left her handbag in the hotel room once we went out due to the pickpockets here, something she did not have to actually worry too much about in different countries. Western collapse hits all states distinct ly, and in Paris, one of its symptoms is the hugely growing crime rate.  

It combines the cool factor of New York with the wealthy and grand history of London.  I could spend maybe two weeks here only going through all the significant historic sites, appreciate every second of it and still not get to everything. This is along with different areas within easy driving distance I could experience (but have not yet) such as the Palace of Versailles 

The Eiffel Tower is a wonder to behold and no movies or pictures do it justice if you have never seen it in real life. When you walk beneath it, you’re overwhelmed by the sheer size of this thing, in addition to the fact that they built the damn thing from the 1800s. I have been up into the tower twice today and it is still no less exciting. In ordinary, slow, disorganized, European style, you will wait almost 3 hours in a variety of lines so as to really get in the damn thing, but hey, it is Europe; you have got to anticipate that shit here. And, in the case of the Eiffel Tower, it is worth it.  

This time I remained in the financial district, the one area of city with modern skyscrapers, but spent most of our down time in the center in which the buildings are older and a great deal more interesting. Paris is a special mixture of high-tech contemporary, beautiful historical, typical old-school European, and pure shit. It probably has more taste than any other Western city in the world.  

I have always wondered who in European cities select their odd, uniformed color schemes. Pretty much every construction in Paris is beige with a gray roof. Here’s what I mean: 

Is not that funny? (It is just like Berlin where pretty much all of the buildings have red roofs.)  

Who decided that all roofs and buildings in this city must be that color? Is not that weird? If you answer it is due to the coloration of the building materials, that does not make any sense because only a two- hour flight away and all of the buildings are another color.

The uniformity of colour in Western buildings is so odd to me and always was. Collectivism at its best I guess.

That brings us to the driving. The French are not the insane, mad, suicidal maniacs that the Italians are. However, the Parisians have, for some odd reason, built these strange circle-streets which are five or six lanes wide where multiple roads converge. Whenever someone drives into {} insane circles, prepare for some serious screaming, yelling, bitching and participating in near-suicidal driving tactics so as to make it through multiple unmarked lanes of traffic stuffed with different drivers who do not want to let you through.   

It is hilarious. PF was terrified and I was laughing. Who the fuck thought of the system? Humorously dumb and wasteful. (Entertaining though, always watching your Uber/taxi driver shout and get shouted at by other motorists as they try to navigate this shit.)  

In conclusion, Paris is a really intriguing and entertaining town and one of these places I could spend a few weeks researching. Regrettably, I have other cities I want to see, and this marks the end of this particular trip back to Europe. Next time I travel globally in a couple of weeks it is to Paraguay to buy my farm and New Zealand to locate my new residence. I will also hit Russia and Eastern Europe in 2020 and I will review all of it here then.  

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