Why Am I Not Suffering From Paris Syndrome?
<p>A recent trip to Paris reignited my passionate love for the city. I felt a sense of excitement pumping through my veins when I stepped onto the platform of the majestic <em>Gare du Nord </em>train station, when I ordered a coffee at a kiosk and got greeted with the sweet sounds of a friendly <em>bonjour</em>, and when I made my way into the Metro and saw the diverse pallet of Parisians dynamically making their way through the city’s subterranean realm.</p>
<p>I have been to many cities around the world, but none of them has managed to enchant me quite like Paris has. That’s why it always surprises me that, whenever I talk about Paris with my acquaintances in the Netherlands, none of them seems to share my warm feelings for the city. The conversation quickly drifts towards how expensive everything is, how rude the Parisians are and how every street corner seems to smell like piss.</p>
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