5 Reasons I Hate Paris And I’m Never Going Back
It’s the big “au revoir” from me
Ah, the city of blinding lights. The romance, the couture, the intellectual conversation! The wine, the Gitanes…
Bullshit.
Paris is like a coercive partner. It always fucks you up and yet you keep crawling back. Every time you leave, you vow never to go there again. Then time passes. “Maybe I was wrong,” you think “it must be me…”
And you give it another chance.
Well, I have been down that road once too many times and that’s it — we are finished for good! Seriously — don’t go there. here’s why…
The taxi drivers
Chances are you’ve arrived in Paris by plane or train. Maybe you’ll get the Metro, but hey — you did that last time you were here.
Remember that? You had a big, heavy suitcase, the escalators were broken, a ‘helpful’ local tried to convince you he could help with your case and when you politely said ‘no thanks’ he followed you for so long you had to turn round and shout at him, which might have made things worse. Not a relaxing start to the visit.
So this time it’s a taxi.
In most other places, the ‘official’ taxis at the airport and train station can be trusted…
