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Why Paris Isn’t for Me

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I’m probably going to get a lot of sh*t for writing this post… but hey, this is my blog, and this is how I feel.

The city of Paris isn’t for me.

Cue gasps…
Beyonce Gasps
I wanted to love Paris. I really did. So much that I’ve been back 3 times to try to make things work. But still, after my most recent visit this past week, I’m left feeling like Paris and I should go our separate ways.
Lauren in Paris
In the travel world- Paris is put on a pedestal.

Paris is the “City of Lights” and the international destination for love. It’s the fashion-forward capital of crunchy baguettes, mouthwatering crepes, stunning tree-lined boulevards and the iconic River Seine.
River SeineStill, like I said before, Paris is just personally not for me.

“But WHY, Lauren? What’s not to love?!”

I’m glad you asked. And I’ll keep this part short and sweet. To start, I hate to feed the stereotype further, but Parisian people aren’t overly welcoming (not that us New Yorkers are known for our cheery dispositions). On multiple occasions during my trips to Paris, I have felt uncomfortable striking up conversation with strangers or as though I was inconveniencing my French counterparts in one way or another.

Next, the city streets, parks and architecture are almost too pristinely clean and luxurious. I know this high-class regal feel is something that draws many people to Paris- but for me, these bougie, exclusive, “designer” vibes, are a major turn-off.

Lastly, compared to many other European cities, Paris is extremely expensive. Twenty-two smackeroos for a fried egg on top of cheesy toast?! Non, merci!
Cafe de Flor, in ParisWhen it really comes down to it though, the reason I haven’t yet fallen head-over-heels in love with the city of Paris, is, well, just a feeling. Walking the streets of Paris, I’ve never felt fully comfortable. I’ve never felt like I fit in.

It’s not like the way I feel sipping a “cafe con leche” on a terrace in Madrid or rummaging through the bustling markets of Marrakech. Not the way I feel aimlessly wandering along the canals in Amsterdam or watching the summer sun set over the mountains in Santiago.

Paris, although “Paris!”  just isn’t for me.
Lauren at the Louvre in ParisDo I still think you should visit? Absolutely! Don’t take my word for it, it’s simply my opinion. Actually, I think a lot of my friends out there reading this post would strongly disagree, and urge you to book a ticket ASAP.

After all, there are quite a few reasons to love Paris- its art scene, colorful culture and influential history, the romantic sound of the French language and my personal favorites- cheese, crepes, and macaroons. (I had to end on a positive note.)
Is there any place you’ve visited and really tried to like, but that place just simply didn’t do it for you? I’d love to hear from you in the comments below!

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