Paris is an awe-inspiring city. I have found myself with my jaw dropped at the beauty and tranquility of the parks that encourage reading, naps, and painting. The transportation facilitates exploration and adventure each day. The architecture alone makes me feel like I’m living in a grandiose movie. Despite all this, I would rather keep this city as a vacation destination exclusively because the noise is just too much.
Saying Paris is loud is the understatement of the millennium. I have somehow got accustomed to the screaming, mowing, and power washing that happens at 2:00 AM and can sleep pretty well. A new hell, however, is the one where you’re waiting for a train after a long, sweaty day and the brakes screech so loud that you either want to a)put yourself through a guillotine or b)rip your ear drums out so you never have to hear the god forsaken sound again. If you’re having a headache or a bad health day, the incessant honking, roar of traffic, and overwhelming chatter of the people around you can really bog you down.
Maybe this is just part of the city experience that I’m not use to and you just have to endure it for the convenience of having access to all types of services within walking distance. I think I would prefer living in a cozy craftsman home on top of a mountain.