Goodbye Paris

Some goodbyes are harder than others, but then there are the things that I am happy to say adieu to. I won't miss being at risk for lung cancer everytime I walk outside and get bombarded by second-hand smoke. I swear I'm not going to eat pasta ever again. Baguettes are yummy... But I won't be sad to leave them.

And the metros. I will be very content if I never set another foot into chatelet-les halls, or auber, or really just any metro station in Paris. As convenient as the public transportation is, I am certain the underground stations are where zombie apocalypses start. With their ceilings covered in what looks like zombie guts and escalators smelling like urine.

Chatelet-Les Halles is the worlds largest train station, even after my ten month stay here I still am getting lost.

The trains, themselves, are a breeding ground for an epidemic, so if you are a germophobe just... Stay at home.

Paris is beautiful, but I will not miss having to watch my step so I don't walk on dog poo or step in a puddle of urine. 

I will miss Sacre Cœur, but not the sketchyness of it all. It was my favourite area in Paris. Very old and artistic, lots of character. However, scarier than the red light district in Amsterdam.

Goodbye Paris.