Sarah summed it up: "Paris distinctly lacked the naive quality that I
love about Amsterdam. The people are more ornery and less - well naîve.
It was seedier."
It was my second time in Paris, and I still dig it... although I think
my fascination with the city is mainly due to its architecture. There's
no French equivalent for "I'm sorry" (despite us endlessly prodding
this poor waiter only to end up with "pardón"). And the very first
thing was saw was a mother supervising her 5-year-old to piss on
the street... right next to a public toilet.
And the French just cannot make a good cup of coffee. They can't
even figure out a "cafe mocha", despite having both "cafe" and "mocha"
on the menu.
But I digress... the first day we just wandered the city. We swung by Notre
Dame, checked out Palais Royal, skipped the ridiculous Louvre line, then
hit dinner at L'Epicerie. A nightcap at the overly-smokey Villa Keops
(I don't miss cigarettes in bars), and it's bedtime, because tomorrow
we hit The Louvre nice and early. Really.