Ah, the city of blinding lights. The romance, the couture, the intellectual conversation! The wine, the Gitanes…
Bullshit.
Paris is like a coercive partner. It always fucks you up and yet you keep crawling back. Every time you leave, you vow never to go there again. Then time passes. “Maybe I was wrong,” you think “it must be me…”
And you give it another chance.
Well, I have been down that road once too many times and that’s it — we are finished for good! Seriously — don’t go there. here’s why…