Oh Paris. Where do I begin?
I had such high hopes for this excursion. It's Paris. The name itself brings up connotations of romance, shopping, and all things beautiful. Well, I should have listened to Carrie Bradshaw. Paris was a mess.
It all started with the subway we got on after our train ride from London. I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life. Packed into an airless car with the unwashed masses all I could think about was how much I missed the Tube. Compared to the Paris subway the London Tube was unicorns and rainbows puked up by puppies. With signs posted everywhere to 'beware of pickpockets' I was left with a general sense of unease. Something I had yet to experience while away from the US.
When we got off the subway and stepped in front of the
Louvre I was hopeful. Maybe this day would turn around. I knew that the Louvre was home to many famous treasures I had wanted to see my whole life, such as Venus de Milo, Mona Lisa, Winged Victory, Liberty Leading the People, and the Law Code of Hammurabi. These are just a few of the exhibits that the largest museum in the world holds. But I didn't get the chance to see them. We got about an hour and forty-five minutes to navigate the 15 acre museum. Just tracking down an English map was a feat in itself. In the end Melissa and I found Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. This required us to race through the museum dodging massive throngs of small children as we went. When I actually got to the painting I was too short to see it.
Story of my life. With no regard for the safety of my camera I asked a rather tall man standing next to me if he could take a picture. He took pity on me, maybe because of the look of defeat on my face, and kindly took a picture so I could race back to meet the group. Knowing that I was in the same building as all of these famous and important works, but didn't get a glimpse of them, was crushing.

We left the Louvre for an exhausting jaunt to the Eiffel Tour. I don't think this walk would typically be so bad, but with a massive backpack and the heat wave bearing down I was slowly deteriorating. Regardless, the tower was breathtaking. It was surreal to be so close to something you've seen in so many pictures.

At this point I might have lost my marbles. Many of us had decided that Paris was a let down. Maybe I had watched too many movies over the years and was left with unrealistic expectations. When you hear about the stereotypes of Paris and the French you never expect them to be true. I'm from Texas, but I don't wear boots and drink moonshine while riding a horse, so why is Paris smelly and full of rude people who elbow me in the boob and blow smoke on my face? Life's great mysteries I guess...
Sometime around this point in the day Melissa and I had canceled our hotel reservation and my Mommy had booked me a train ticket back to London. This was the first time I had used my phone during this whole trip, so I think she knew I needed some help. With the knowledge that I wasn't staying in Paris for the whole weekend I was able to enjoy dinner. A dinner that featured a guitar solo by Miguel and many glasses of wine being drank by my classmates.
Getting off the train back in London felt like coming home. I was no longer looking over my shoulder for
roving gangs of pickpocketing children. Moral of the story; Carrie Bradshaw came to Paris and got slapped by a Russian, and I came to Paris and almost cried on the banks of the Seine because I thought I was going to sweat to death. American girls like me and
Carrie don't belong in Paris.