As I prepare to leave Paris, I’ve started making mental notes of the things I’m going to miss, and some of those I’m not.
Here’s a few for starters:
Plus points:
Nursing a coffee on the Canal St Martin
Apart from watching pretty girls go by on their Velibs, The Canal St Martin is a great place to relax by the water, and it’s away from the tourist traps so no beggars, no loud yanks, and no apologetic translations for Brits to lazy to ask for a coffee in French
Public transport that works
Granted, there are the strike to contend with, but atleast you’re given notice - unlike when the District Line goes down at 7.30 in the morning.
Running in the Bois de Meudon and Parc St Cloud
Parisians are spoilt by the number of parks and woodlands around the City. My favourite spot is the Parc St Cloud, to the West. the gardens of a now disappeared chateau which still have the disused water features, follys and statues to remind you of their past. there are also magnificent views of the City
Politeness (even from kids!)
No hoodies in Paris (years of French segregation means they’re safely kept in their high-rise banlieues around the outskirts) and lore than that, kids will apologise if they brush past you in the shopping mall. They’ll even call you monsieur!
Pains suisses
Like a Pain au Chocolate, crossed with a Danish pastry. mmmm…
And then there’s the women of course…
Minus points
Couples snogging on the metro
Maybe this is the repressed Englishman in me, but public shows of affection like this are just too much for me - especially before 9am.
Beggars
I read that Paris has more beggars than any other European city. If that’s not bad enough, most of them seem to think they’re performing a public service by singing labamba on rush-hour metro trains
19th Century apartments
they’re cold, draughty, and, thanks to the parquet, you hear every footstep of the neighbours above you.
Uninsulated, unsoundproofed 19th century apartments
La Poste
if they’re not on strike, they’re losing stuff. From experience, you stand more chance of packages going missing if you send them recorded than if you just pop a couple of stamps on them.
Tantrums
The French like a tantrum, and there’s no better place to have one than in the office it seems. I find asking people if they’ve done the work you asked them to do 3 days ago is a good way of provoking a hissy fit.
Lunch breaks
I’m not against eating in restaurants, but when you have urgent deadlines to meet, is it really necessary to linger over the post-desert coffee, rather than get one from the machine in the office? Apparently, yes.
Getting on public transport
Yes, it works well, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to get on. even though there’s usually plenty of room. The unwritten rules of the metro, it seems, include a chapter on where to stand to take up as much space as possible while simultaneously blocking the doors for anyone wanting to get on. The city boys who travel to La Defense on Line 1 have got this to a level where it’s almost an artform






