What I loved and Hated about Paris with a red coffee mug and saucer

What I Loved and Hated About Paris

It’s been well over a year since I went to Paris and I’m still in awe of what an amazing opportunity it was. Here is my post about my trip to Paris. I loved most of the experience, but there were a few things I did not like about the experience. I compiled some things I loved, things I didn’t love, and things I had mixed feelings about during my 10 days in Paris.

What I loved about Paris

The euro coin denominations are 1, 2, 5, 10, 20 and 50 cent, €1 and €2. This is amazing. I could pay for my breakfast in coins and it was surreal to me. I loved it and I can’t explain why- maybe it was just different enough to know the change in your pocket could cover a small meal. It felt so modern yet old world. I wish America adopted this, but now there are some restaurants that wont accept cash of any kind anymore.

The metro is so easy to use and uber was cheap. There is no reason to own a car in Paris if you are never leaving the city- even then, there is a train for that. The metro smelled like urine and being in a vehicle on Parisian streets is terrifying, but those were my only complaints. I have a strong desire to only rely on public transportation. That’s not really an option where I am, where all the buses stop around 6 pm and don’t run for more than a few hours on the weekends.

It’s so easy to just walk where you needed to be and the Metro was super easy to use.

The meal portions were not absurdly huge like you get in America. It’s often weird to take food home from the restaurant in many countries, France included. Regardless, there is no reason to take food home because the portion sizes are perfect and can easily finish everything on your plate, especially if you are sharing with your friends, and still have room for dessert.

(As expected) The people are so well dressed! You aren’t going to run into someone wearing sweatpants that are too big on the street . The person next to you on the Metro isn’t wearing stained jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt. The fashion in Paris was so fun to just experience. I felt under dressed in a black blazer everyday. I did fit in well enough that no one ever tried to sell me anything in tourist dense spots. A group of American Women even asked me if I spoke English before asking me for directions (which I could not provide).

Brette listening to Jim bittermann
Me with Jim Bittermann

What I didn’t love about Paris

Disney Paris was underwhelming. It tried too hard to be American and was targeted towards children between the ages of 3 and 7. The Haunted Mansion, called the Phantom Manor there, was incredibly disturbing. It made sense after, why there was never a line. I was told I just didn’t get it because it was more of a scary take on the bride, but I did know the story going in because my best friend that went with me knew everything about the park before we even set foot in the gates. It didn’t make a difference, the Phantom Manor made my skin crawl and I felt dirty, not in a good horror movie way, but like I was confused and disgusted about the ride.

People smoke everywhere, even at Disneyland. I kind of got used to it by day five, but it was still pretty bad. It was the worst at Disney Paris, hands down. There were smoking areas throughout the park, but most people smoked wherever they wanted.

Smoking area sign at Disney Paris
Smoking area sign at Disney Paris

Mixed feelings about Paris

Something I didn’t like, but came to accept was how late dinner is. I grew up in a house where dinner was around 5 pm every night. As an adult, I pretty much follow this with few exceptions. In Paris, I was eating dinner as late as 9:30 pm. This was too late initially and I was willing to go without dinner but I was always too hungry to say no. I do not eat this late anymore, but I am not opposed to it, but I still prefer to not eat past 7 pm.

K squared dinner
My friends at a late dinner in Paris

My group and I got up pretty early and often early enough it was hard to find a quick breakfast. Many places on our street weren’t open before 8 am and nothing was open on Sundays and Mondays. We drank a lot of coffee and ate a lot of sandwiches from Starbucks in the morning.

So there it is! What I Loved and Hated About Paris.

Eiffel Tower lights sparkling
The Eiffel tower lit up at night

I am a writer and like all writers, I love stories. Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, blog and social posts, pictures, music; they all tell stories. My favorite stories are based in experiences. The human experience is truly magnificent and we all experience it differently. "Brette's Bliss" is a play on my name. I've spent most of my life worrying about whether I am happy or will be happy, and wondering if the meaning of my last name was something that would define my life or if I was simply overthinking it.  As I record my experiences, I learn more about myself and realize happiness is now, not in the past or in the future. This blog is where I share my experiences one story at a time to relive my joyful moments twice and encourage others to do the same. 

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