It's Summertime in Paris

Ah, it's summer.
And when you're a Parisian, summer means get the heck out of the city as fast as you can. When all of the locals pack their bags and head south to their shared country homes where they will bask all day in the sun, swim a bit in the pool, and drink some fabulous local wine.

Unless you have to work, like myself. (Ok, I guess I am guilty of leaving to my grandmother's village on the week-ends. Whatever.)

During the summer you have Paris, minus the Parisians. All you see are flashbulbs going off, tourists invading every street and asking everyone in their rough French where a good restaurant is. And I have to say, I don't completely mind it.

Ok, so Parisians are notorious for their less than friendly attitude. And when the Parisians are out of Paris during the summer, I no longer have to worry about the tall high heeled woman taking off her shoe and stabbing me when I bump into her on the street, or the unfriendly looks of people in the lift, or obnoxious people swearing and honking their horns when they drive through my streets.

Don't get me wrong, I love Paris...and I love Parisians too. And not just the friendly ones like myself ;)
The truth about Parisians is that they aren't just rude and arrogant for no reason. They are cut throat people who get what they want, who fight for what they want, and will stop at nothing to get there. If this means pushing past you in the street, rolling their eyes when you take too long with their food orders, or simply raising their voice a little, heck, they'll do it. I don't think it's an entirely BAD quality to be a little nasty, is it? Come on, be honest now, these are our leaders, they've obviously done SOMETHING right. And when you get to know them, you find they aren't so bad after all :)

But I have to admit that when they are gone, it feels like Paris is all MINE. These people in the streets will be gone in a few days. But i'm sticking around.

Have a lovely summer.