As I come back to Paris for what will most likely be the last time in a very long time, I am starting to realize that Paris is a crazy city, and not necessarily in a good way.
If Paris were a woman, she would be great in bed, albeit quite dirty, but horrible with everything else – small talk, personality, emotions, hygiene, etc. In other words, you wouldn’t want to wake up next to this woman the next day, let alone forever.
If you don’t want your pretty little image of Paris ruined, don’t read any further…
