No. Most of the Parisians we ran into did not speak English. But who needs the international language of business and entertainment when you have this…
That is not a postcard – that is photo taken on my prehistoric iPhone. Notre Dame. I swear to you that it was cloudy and rainy that day when we left our hotel. By the time we hoofed it to the cathedral the clouds opened up and the sun came out. On cue. That happened a lot there. Even the cloudy days seemed staged and moody.
We had heard all the cranky Parisian legends – “they hate Americans, they are completely unfriendly, etc.”
We didn’t get that. This may be because I’ve lived in NYC and my husband was raised there. People are busy. They live in a city overrun by tourists. Everyday they have to go to work, make a living, have a life, while we wander around the city with our cameras out asking for directions to the Louvre. Are waiters super nice and helpful? No. So what. Once you realize that it’s not directed at you – it’s directed at everybody – you’re fine.
I’ve told you before that my husband isn’t exactly a social butterfly, so he felt right at home with the frowning faces. No one running over to you in a store, no one trying to make small talk with you in the hotel lobby – it was like his dream country. Leave them alone. They leave you alone.
Don’t get me wrong, we met plenty of friendly people, most of them traveling to Paris like us.
But who needs chit chat when you live in a place this beautiful?
Notre Dame, circa 9/23/12, it turns 850 years old next year. Doesn’t look a day over 721.
Shots from outside and around the Louvre – and we didn’t ask one single Parisian for directions.
The Mona Lisa madness I wrote about earlier…Sacré bleu! J’en ai marre!