There's nothing romantic about Paris. I honnestly don't know why foreigners would think it's the city of love. It's dirty, it's crowded, polluted, dangerous and the weather is terrible.
#3 1200 acres? All of Paris's parks? The Bois de Vincennes is 2458.7 acres alone, and there are, as stated, 450 parks in Paris. Maybe it should read '120000 acres'.
What they don't tell you is the growing Muslim districts which the all male population resent you for being a non muslim who dares come into their businesses, nor the rape gangs at night in the eastern section, or the legions of illegal immigrants from Africa who are turning it into Chicago. When we were there, we were told of all the areas it was safe to go to because it was a shorter list than the dangerous ones. But hey, keep voting liberal progressive, and see how much progress you make.
The last time I saw Paris Her heart was warm and gray I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe The last time I saw Paris Her trees were dressed for spring And lovers walked beneath those trees And birds found songs to sing
There's nothing romantic about Paris. I honnestly don't know why foreigners would think it's the city of love. It's dirty, it's crowded, polluted, dangerous and the weather is terrible.
#3 1200 acres? All of Paris's parks? The Bois de Vincennes is 2458.7 acres alone, and there are, as stated, 450 parks in Paris. Maybe it should read '120000 acres'.
What they don't tell you is the growing Muslim districts which the all male population resent you for being a non muslim who dares come into their businesses, nor the rape gangs at night in the eastern section, or the legions of illegal immigrants from Africa who are turning it into Chicago. When we were there, we were told of all the areas it was safe to go to because it was a shorter list than the dangerous ones. But hey, keep voting liberal progressive, and see how much progress you make.
The last time I saw Paris Her heart was warm and gray I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe The last time I saw Paris Her trees were dressed for spring And lovers walked beneath those trees And birds found songs to sing
The waiters are most of the times really rude and Parisians think all other people are morons.
Her heart was warm and gray
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe
The last time I saw Paris
Her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds found songs to sing