Paris still rocks.
The Parisians have this quality not found in the English speaking world: the ability to be both really chic and really laid back at the same time. In New York, LA, London, it’s usually one or the other. Teeth-grinding fashionistas or grungy hippies. Not so in Paris. Everyone is beautiful. Everything is demain, demain (‘tomorrow, tomorrow’). I still can’t get used to it.
The bars are open till 6 or 7 here. And most people remain sober in spite of that. As a half-Scot I find that utterly unbelievable.
Paris lacks the intensity of New York or London. Everyone walks slowly. It’s hard for me to reconcile the idea of a world-class city being so sleepy.
Again, still can’t used to it.
Me? I have a few projects I’m working on. Will go public later this week, maybe.