Hilton ! Just kidding, but admit it, you fell for it idiot. I was talking about Paris the capital of France, not the sexy blonde chick with millions in her Prada bag. But I do love her anyway, maybe even more than our city… Whoever dislikes her must have some serious jealousy issue. Or a real lack of pop culture. Gotta miss the 00s and its terrific hair styles.

Anyway, here I am jumping from the Eiffel Tower on a sunny day. Every time I see it, my body is filling up with joy and I can feel my little hairs thrilling. And when I tell people I live here, same goes on them. Funny how something so little to me could look so big to others (by others I mean non-parisian). Is it the same for body proportions ? Let’s hope so after last weekend celebrations at Jordan’s aunty (less is more has never been a thing in his family) but I sure can tell you that people are as mesmerized as Jordan was full (and it’s not easy) when I tell them I live here.

Growing up, I would always see people dreaming about Paris on Tv : its atmosphere, its metro (lolz), its croissants…. Travelling gave me the same impressions : people would get so excited IRL about it. The Tv wasn’t lying (for once), and I must say I sometimes was stunt by people’s reactions to my French accent (voulez-vous coucher avec moi ?). Hell, I’m sure some Chinese would be willing to sell their mom on Ebay to purchase a plane ticket to come eat macarons here. But as much as it looks chic and gorgeous from the outside, things aren’t the same around here. It is commonly known that once you have something, you tend to get tired of it, not to say, forget it. As bad as it sounds, it is quite the truth for most parisians. When the Eiffel Tower embodies a dreamy master piece for you, it just represents some shitty scrappy tall piece of shit that shines in the dark for others. I can’t count the number of times I heard people criticizing our national monument (I just have four finger-hands ;( ) or other aspects of Paris. Are we that cynical ? Or just eternally insatisfied ? Who knows, but the one thing sure is that we’re as stupid as Chanel number 5 stinks (‘cos it does sorry). We live in one of the most golden city in the world and we don’t even pay attention to it anymore, how did that happen ? It reminds me of Jessica Rabbit feeling left out by Roger (Jordan’s favorite movie). Let’s hope Paris won’t be mad at us for treating her like trash. Oh you haven’t walked on the quais de Seine yet ? Go take a look and then tell me if I’m wrong. Trash darling, trash !

Sad truth : we are spoiled. And even if the whole world envies you, you can’t help but dislike what you have even more. Unfortunately, this rule works for a lot of other stuff. Maybe the key of maintaining a strong relationship with my town would be to rediscover it, wouldn’t it be ? Who cares if I look ridiculous (wouldnt be the first and last time lolz), I did what I had to do. Just like the soldier Ryan was saved, I decided to save the last piece of heart I had for Paris. Playing the tourist has never been so cool, especially when it’s in your own city. So next time you pass by the Eiffel Tower or other, make sure to smile and take a picture in front of it (be quick or Brunei and Qatar will buy it soon). Rediscovery, there you have the name of your new fragrance Chanel (let’s hope Choupette will agree with me).

Au revoir.

Jordan

Easy-going 27 year-old bitch.