>you will never live in the greatest city on Earth(Paris)
Overrated garbage
Well, I really like not getting shot at by muslims, so it kinda works out
>>58099913
>the greatest city on Earth(Paris)
lol
>>58099913
MFW that's literally where the subway station to my uni is...
>>58099942
>>58099987
>>58099994
>3 countries with the most overrated cities respond
surprising
You misspelled Quebec City
>>58100069
Overrated? Only BCN is overrated the rest get the status that they deserve
>>58100076
this
>>58100076
>always wanted to go there
>scared because I'm Anglo and will probably be given nasty looks
An awesome city. Wouldn't want to live there though.
>>58100217
The old part is literally filled with anglos during summer, you won't have any problems, only advice is to avoid the suburbs
t. someone who lives there
>>58099913
Hasn't Paris been a disgusting shithole from the beginning? It's always been described as full of cunts.
You've got Paris Syndrome
>>58099913
According to many sources best city in the world is Vienna and Geneve, Paris is not even in top 10.
So keep your french cannadian bullshit to yourself.
>>58100724
>french cannadian
Incorrect, French Canadians and actual French people HATE eachother
>Paris
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JfkDzXuWhkk
>>58100763
more like french canadians love french people and french people think french canadians are animals
>>58100763
>French Canadians and actual French people HATE eachother
get off the internet
>>58099913
stop living in the 19th century mate.
>>58100389
It has, just like any other major european city. That's the beauty of it, and that's what many foreigners don't understand because to them Paris is like in fucking Ratatouille or some shit like that. Paris' beauty lies in it's grim and harsh reality.
We have a poet who wrote a lot about the Beauty he sought but hardly found in parisian life, his name is Charles Baudelaire. One of the most striking poems about it is probably Le Cygne (The Swan) from Les Fleurs du Mal:
Le Cygne
À Victor Hugo
I
Andromaque, je pense à vous! Ce petit fleuve,
Pauvre et triste miroir où jadis resplendit
L'immense majesté de vos douleurs de veuve,
Ce Simoïs menteur qui par vos pleurs grandit,
A fécondé soudain ma mémoire fertile,
Comme je traversais le nouveau Carrousel.
Le vieux Paris n'est plus (la forme d'une ville
Change plus vite, hélas! que le coeur d'un mortel);
Je ne vois qu'en esprit tout ce camp de baraques,
Ces tas de chapiteaux ébauchés et de fûts,
Les herbes, les gros blocs verdis par l'eau des flaques,
Et, brillant aux carreaux, le bric-à-brac confus.
Là s'étalait jadis une ménagerie;
Là je vis, un matin, à l'heure où sous les cieux
Froids et clairs le Travail s'éveille, où la voirie
Pousse un sombre ouragan dans l'air silencieux,
Un cygne qui s'était évadé de sa cage,
Et, de ses pieds palmés frottant le pavé sec,
Sur le sol raboteux traînait son blanc plumage.
Près d'un ruisseau sans eau la bête ouvrant le bec
Baignait nerveusement ses ailes dans la poudre,
Et disait, le coeur plein de son beau lac natal:
«Eau, quand donc pleuvras-tu? quand tonneras-tu, foudre?»
Je vois ce malheureux, mythe étrange et fatal,
Vers le ciel quelquefois, comme l'homme d'Ovide,
Vers le ciel ironique et cruellement bleu,
Sur son cou convulsif tendant sa tête avide
Comme s'il adressait des reproches à Dieu!
>>58099913
I think you mean Brussels
>>58101043
II
Paris change! mais rien dans ma mélancolie
N'a bougé! palais neufs, échafaudages, blocs,
Vieux faubourgs, tout pour moi devient allégorie
Et mes chers souvenirs sont plus lourds que des rocs.
Aussi devant ce Louvre une image m'opprime:
Je pense à mon grand cygne, avec ses gestes fous,
Comme les exilés, ridicule et sublime
Et rongé d'un désir sans trêve! et puis à vous,
Andromaque, des bras d'un grand époux tombée,
Vil bétail, sous la main du superbe Pyrrhus,
Auprès d'un tombeau vide en extase courbée
Veuve d'Hector, hélas! et femme d'Hélénus!
Je pense à la négresse, amaigrie et phtisique
Piétinant dans la boue, et cherchant, l'oeil hagard,
Les cocotiers absents de la superbe Afrique
Derrière la muraille immense du brouillard;
À quiconque a perdu ce qui ne se retrouve
Jamais, jamais! à ceux qui s'abreuvent de pleurs
Et tètent la Douleur comme une bonne louve!
Aux maigres orphelins séchant comme des fleurs!
Ainsi dans la forêt où mon esprit s'exile
Un vieux Souvenir sonne à plein souffle du cor!
Je pense aux matelots oubliés dans une île,
Aux captifs, aux vaincus!... à bien d'autres encor!
— Charles Baudelaire
>Here is an english translation:
The Swan
To Victor Hugo
I
Andromache, I think of you! — That little stream,
That mirror, poor and sad, which glittered long ago
With the vast majesty of your widow's grieving,
That false Simois swollen by your tears,
Suddenly made fruitful my teeming memory,
As I walked across the new Carrousel.
— Old Paris is no more (the form of a city
Changes more quickly, alas! than the human heart);
I see only in memory that camp of stalls,
Those piles of shafts, of rough hewn cornices, the grass,
The huge stone blocks stained green in puddles of water,
And in the windows shine the jumbled bric-a-brac.
Once a menagerie was set up there;
>>58101109
Once a menagerie was set up there;
There, one morning, at the hour when Labor awakens,
Beneath the clear, cold sky when the dismal hubbub
Of street-cleaners and scavengers breaks the silence,
I saw a swan that had escaped from his cage,
That stroked the dry pavement with his webbed feet
And dragged his white plumage over the uneven ground.
Beside a dry gutter the bird opened his beak,
Restlessly bathed his wings in the dust
And cried, homesick for his fair native lake:
"Rain, when will you fall? Thunder, when will you roll?"
I see that hapless bird, that strange and fatal myth,
Toward the sky at times, like the man in Ovid,
Toward the ironic, cruelly blue sky,
Stretch his avid head upon his quivering neck,
As if he were reproaching God!
II
Paris changes! but naught in my melancholy
Has stirred! New palaces, scaffolding, blocks of stone,
Old quarters, all become for me an allegory,
And my dear memories are heavier than rocks.
So, before the Louvre, an image oppresses me:
I think of my great swan with his crazy motions,
Ridiculous, sublime, like a man in exile,
Relentlessly gnawed by longing! and then of you,
Andromache, base chattel, fallen from the embrace
Of a mighty husband into the hands of proud Pyrrhus,
Standing bowed in rapture before an empty tomb,
Widow of Hector, alas! and wife of Helenus!
I think of the negress, wasted and consumptive,
Trudging through muddy streets, seeking with a fixed gaze
The absent coco-palms of splendid Africa
Behind the immense wall of mist;
Of whoever has lost that which is never found
Again! Never! Of those who deeply drink of tears
And suckle Pain as they would suck the good she-wolf!
Of the puny orphans withering like flowers!
Thus in the dim forest to which my soul withdraws,
An ancient memory sounds loud the hunting horn!
I think of the sailors forgotten on some isle,
— Of the captives, of the vanquished!...of many others too!
— William Aggeler
>>58101062
ew wtf
>>58101162
What's not to like there? The kebab peddlers are some of the nicest people around, and they even protect their persecuted friends from France!
>>58099913
Paris is one of the shittiest European cities around, even an average Polish city would be better
>>58099913
Bay area master race
>>58101479
Butthurt in 3..2..
>>58101307
No it's flawed but still worth several visits
>>58099913
Thats a weird way to spell london
>>58100038
that's where the subway station to pretty much everywhere is 2bh
>>58100763
do we ?
>>58100763
Careful you don't OD on memes, son
