I loved the style of Harry’s last post. So I’m stealing it. Enjoy these miscellaneous observations, actually more about my own experience than Paris itself.
-Paris is filthy. I had not realized this until I went to Vienna and Salzburg, which are very clean cities. The buildings are dirty, the metros are smelly, there is lots of dog poop (it’s only relatively recent that leaving your dog’s shit lying around is illegal, and many people have not fully adopted the principle). For a city full of beautiful people, buildings, and foods, the city itself is clearly highly populated. I think it contributes to the charm – Paris feels like a home that someone (many someones) has lived in and loved.
-English is a wonderful language. One of my good friends here is a linguistics major, so I now have some official terms for this realization: English is what we call a productive language. This is most evident in swearing, something I am quite fond of. In French, you are more or less limited to two words with which to swear. In English, you can turn almost any noun into a verb, or any word into a swear, and people will understand you and even get a new complexity of meaning from your newly-created word. French is much more rigid and much more complicated – the severity of l’Académie française is famous, and although there are LOTS of words stolen from English, and a lot more casual word-creation in spoken French, in general, the language is much as it always has been.
-Learning a second language can eradicate the first. My reflexes of politeness are all in French. I am developing a bizarre Franglish when I speak English, and, as you may have noticed, I say bizarre a LOT more now – it’s more common than “étrange,” which also means “weird.” I’m becoming annoyed that there are words that do not in exist in English that simply should. I am no longer good at any language. Oops.
-If you have grown up in America, you are loud. Somehow people in France have more highly-developed eardrums than Americans, because they talk so quietly and I hear nothing. I laugh loudly, I talk loudly, I exist loudly. At least when I speak French I’m not being the worst kind of American tourist (although, alas, when I speak English I am very much upholding the stereotype).
-A Nutella crêpe should cost between 2.50 and 3.50. An espresso should not be more than 2.4 euro (and that’s pretty pricey). Do not buy anything, ever, on the Champs-Elysées.
-Mexican food is not, and never will be, the same here – just give up and wait to be back in Southern California. I’m still trying to convince myself to stop looking for Mexican food. There is one (1) Chipotle in this city, and that is far from the pinnacle of achievement in Mexican cuisine.
-A baguette is always worth it. It’s one euro. Go for it.