Au revoir Paris!

I'm leaving my strangely tranquil student life in Paris behind now. I haven't enjoyed my time here as much as I thought I would but I will definitely miss certain aspects of this gorgeous city. Like the fashion (obviously), it seems a cliché, but everyone always looks so well put together here. It's perfectly normal to turn up to a lecture in heels and lippie, and there are a lot fewer Uggs stomping the pavements. [Ugg boots make everyone's ankles look fat, they're bad for your feet, breed bacteria, and they're just plain UGGly. Bin them.]

I will also miss the amazing food. I don't know how everybody is so skinny when all they seem to eat is bread, cheese and pastries and meals hardly ever come served with vegetables! I have been trying to convince the French girls I live with that English cuisine isn't THAT bad (we DO have fish and chips and pasties), but seriously, we need to up our game a bit.

But with the positives come the negatives. Firstly, students here are WEIRDLY serious. They are so guarded. It's frowned upon to try and make conversation in class, and God forbid you suggest going to get coffee together! It's so different from the hedonistic student life we live in the UK.

Secondly, there is very little for young people do in Paris. There are clubs of course, but you need to be either rich or stupid (or both) to afford them. Taxis are near-impossible to find, the night buses are terrifying and the metro closes too early. Bye bye social life!

Thirdly, the men are CREEPY. Personally, I don't think it unusual for a young woman to sit in a park or in a cafe alone, but French men seem to see this as a 'come and get me, boys' sign. No, I don't want to talk to you, no, I don't think you following me home is charming, no, you have no right to stare at my boobs on the tube. It's not flattering.

Right, rant over. Must get back to the packing and cleaning. Bye bye nuns!