A Tale of One City

Paris is like French language, as a relative beginner to it, it's a maze of misunderstood rituals, etiquette and savoir faire. In time though one can become attuned,as in language, to Paris.

I haven't seen everything in Paris, not the tour d'eiffel nor Versailles nor Le Sacre
Couer nor Le Moulin Rouge - but i'm not a tourist anymore. Few things please me more than to walk with my eyes to the pavement, not smile at strangers, refuse to give tourists directions and be rude to waiters (who are rude in return).

Cafe's spill out onto the promenade, enormous churches lurk around corners and museums outnumber metro stations. And like the French language, it reveals itself in time.