|It's even bigger than it looks in this picture|
Getting to the centre of Paris seemed to be a perfectly sane idea, so I asked several people but nobody seemed to understand. Wow. People aren't joking when they say nobody speaks English in France. Surely the word centre is pretty much the same in French? Centro, centra, centrio; I tried them all. I resigned myself to following a map towards the Eiffel Tower. Now let me tell you, walking boots make no difference to how sore your feet will become when walking with a big backpack all the way across Paris.
|Me & Notre Dame|
The entire time I spent in Paris, I didn't learn my lesson; I walked a similar distance every day. I think I must have seen every nook and cranny the city has to offer. My feet met every cobble along the river Seine. My eyes met every brick of every flawless building. My body lay on every blade of grass on every park. What a beautiful city.
|Some wise words written under a bridge|
Paris is such a rich city. Which means that there are people who get left behind. I saw so many homeless people that it made me wonder where they all go. Of what I saw in the five days I was in the city, they spend their nights trying to sleep under some of the bridges along the river and mostly on the benches in the underground stations. They spend their days warming up in the sun and try to make some pennies by begging the tourists for anything they can offer. One man I saw preferred to walk around shouting random words in the faces of arrogant passers-by. I almost gave him a high-five.
|Ben & Me|
|Me & Arno|