Paris is like Audrey Hepburn, classic.
My friend Anne and I thought of getting sober on board so we’d speak French the time we get to the Paris airport. Funny we ended up sleeping; it’s a human error to forget that Saudi Airlines never serve alcohol. It was a funny experience for me realizing how complicated Paris subway lines, but thanks to my friend who had been to Paris twice, yet she still finds it seriously confusing.
Like in NYC, singers of all genres and nationalities who really can sing well were all over the place. But my focus was to the unknown voice that would always announce differently names of the stations.
So this is Paris! Where people speak French, French, French and French! But the inclusion of Japanese, English and Arabic languages in subway stations makes Paris a multicultural city, although I encountered a few people who smirked and rolled their eyes when I ordered food in English.
Paris is the best example of a place where people’s hospitality or the lack of it doesn’t matter. A stare at the lovers kissing in the cobblestone streets; the canals in between lovely ancient Parisian buildings; the cafes, galleries, bookshops and the well-dressed gorgeous ladies with berets; the hippie-looking artists selling their own masterpiece on the streets; the inviting Audrey Hepburn merchandise; the gloomy yellow spotlights and street lights that makes Paris elegant at night – Paris has the ability to hypnotize people.
The Eiffel Tower glitters like a giant gold and shines like a giant diamond. The Tower that night was jam-packed with happy people who once upon a time dreamt of seeing this magnificent tower. Too bad my camera runs out of battery after a long day of being hypnotized.