Sitting here at home I think back to the first time I stopped in to Paris. That evening was perhaps one of the most enjoyable I have had in my lifetime.
This is the sort of place you visit once, with a loved one.
I couldn’t recall the smell of garbage, the snobbish folks with their expensive laptops, their smug faces, the stupid grins. Looking you in the eyes is beneath the clientele. The prices determine who is worthy of the honor of being a customer. I probably had the same look on my face by the time I left today, I don’t want to go somewhere that makes me feel that way.
I have a coffee maker, truth be told, makes world class coffee… ten cents a cup, and it never runs dry… or so I believe
I have the freedom to smoke in my own home, or outside, for now.
I can create my own sub-par snacks, or leave cigars out to stale, all on my own.
I have better places to be, and being utterly alone is far better than being with anybody I have, or ever will visit Paris with.
I am as disenchanted with Paris as I am with that long lost love.
Now look who is so high and mighty.10 months ago