We do agree with the statement, that a picture is worth a thousand words. But recently we have gotten many inquires about living in Paris so voila there it is, our description of Paris lifestyle.
To make a long story short, most of the stereotypes about Parisian are true. Yes, we do enjoy great and cheap wines and cheeses, we do spend our lunch breaks in the beautiful Paris parks and we do have the access to the latest collections from the top fashion houses.
All of those aspects please us a lot, but the main reason why we love the town is "The Spirit of Parisians".
"I like Frenchmen very much, because even when they insult you they do it so nicely".
(Josephine Baker)
I believe, that all the Parisians have only one thing in common: We do have guts, because we need them so much. Life in Paris is a permanent fight. It starts with the apartment searching. Looking for a place to stay in Paris is pretty much like a casting. We have 5 minutes to convince our future landlord that we are the nicest, the most intelligent and the most honest candidate among 30 others people, who dream to live in this perfect, dirty, 20 square meters, cheap studio (700€) in the Parisian suburb.
The second round starts, when we need to convince the Very Important French HR Lady, why this creepy, minimum salary position is in fact our dream job, repeating like a mantra "No Madame, it's not a problem that I need to spend 1.5 hours in the train to work, because I really love to read" or "No Madame, I do not have a car, but in case of the metro strike, I know how to use a bike."
We also need to fight, on the daily basis, to comfort our classmates. Inviting to our new place, the Champs Elysses born princess, or the daughter of Eastern European oil millionaire is a long and energy consuming process, as they believe that visiting Parisian suburbs must result in the kidnapping, the murder or the rape (or in all three).
Oh, and we do fight with our Mummies a lot, as they call us, at least 2 times a week, posting the same question: "When are you coming back home? Your daddy/uncle/brother will find you a great office job in our home town and you will get mummy's old car! Just think about it!"
An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
Last but not least we fight for our dreams. Every day I am meeting the actors, the designers, the bloggers and the stylists who freelance for countless unpaid artistic projects during the days, and work the minimum salary night shifts. Of course I have met many amazing people all around the world, but Paris has changed my attitude. All my life I used to admire those who are trying to make it, and now... Well I think that they are great, but I do not find anything special in fact that that someone is fighting for his/her passion. We all do pretty much do the same thing here. We fight.
Some of us already made their dreams come true, while the others are still waiting. And in the meantime "we will always have Paris".
To make a long story short, most of the stereotypes about Parisian are true. Yes, we do enjoy great and cheap wines and cheeses, we do spend our lunch breaks in the beautiful Paris parks and we do have the access to the latest collections from the top fashion houses.
All of those aspects please us a lot, but the main reason why we love the town is "The Spirit of Parisians".
"I like Frenchmen very much, because even when they insult you they do it so nicely".
(Josephine Baker)
I believe, that all the Parisians have only one thing in common: We do have guts, because we need them so much. Life in Paris is a permanent fight. It starts with the apartment searching. Looking for a place to stay in Paris is pretty much like a casting. We have 5 minutes to convince our future landlord that we are the nicest, the most intelligent and the most honest candidate among 30 others people, who dream to live in this perfect, dirty, 20 square meters, cheap studio (700€) in the Parisian suburb.
The second round starts, when we need to convince the Very Important French HR Lady, why this creepy, minimum salary position is in fact our dream job, repeating like a mantra "No Madame, it's not a problem that I need to spend 1.5 hours in the train to work, because I really love to read" or "No Madame, I do not have a car, but in case of the metro strike, I know how to use a bike."
We also need to fight, on the daily basis, to comfort our classmates. Inviting to our new place, the Champs Elysses born princess, or the daughter of Eastern European oil millionaire is a long and energy consuming process, as they believe that visiting Parisian suburbs must result in the kidnapping, the murder or the rape (or in all three).
Oh, and we do fight with our Mummies a lot, as they call us, at least 2 times a week, posting the same question: "When are you coming back home? Your daddy/uncle/brother will find you a great office job in our home town and you will get mummy's old car! Just think about it!"
An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
Last but not least we fight for our dreams. Every day I am meeting the actors, the designers, the bloggers and the stylists who freelance for countless unpaid artistic projects during the days, and work the minimum salary night shifts. Of course I have met many amazing people all around the world, but Paris has changed my attitude. All my life I used to admire those who are trying to make it, and now... Well I think that they are great, but I do not find anything special in fact that that someone is fighting for his/her passion. We all do pretty much do the same thing here. We fight.
Some of us already made their dreams come true, while the others are still waiting. And in the meantime "we will always have Paris".
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