My First Three Experiences of France Perhaps it is fitting that my first three experiences of Paris all begin with the same letter, or perhaps it just sounds more romantic if I say it that way. After all, Paris is the city of romance. There have been all too many books, movies, anecdotes and sappy poems telling of the lure, the charm or even the lust that this city creates in people (particularly those young and restless types), or perhaps more scarily, that this city actually has in it’s own right. I can assure you, without any hesitation whatsoever, that this is nothing but a fabrication and - as you will soon learn herein from my tales of public latrines, cappuccinos, Brazillian stag-parties, epilepsy-inducing towers, snails, Iranians and Marlboro cigarettes, but not in that order of
... read more