Impressions about every journey, fold out of the smallest things, so I don't like Paris. The architecture of the city is beautiful, but whenever it turns out that I am in Cold Paris, with his eternal crowds of people, dirty streets, inadvertent waiters, with a large number of cars, with the tasteless espresso, with noisy streets, no, of course there are places where quiet And calmly, but there are few of them. I lived in Moscow all my life, and inserted into Paris, I get into the same Moscow, no contrast.
And with the Paris Museums I am lucky. The first time was in Paris for the New Year holidays, I could not get into the main museums, they were closed on vacation, in the second arrival in March, I still managed to get to the main tourist museums of Paris, from all the most liked the center of J. Pompidou, he Unusual and funny places. Museum Dali - I saw all these canvases in other expositions. And even the grave of Jim Morrison, in the cemetery Per Lazhez - one continuous disappointment, I loved the work of Jim from 15 years old, but at 35, seeing the parsed remnants of the tombstone, was scary disappointed, should not look like the graves of great people. In the very graveyard, many beautiful tombstones and crypts, it itself is a product of architectural art, and there are very many worthy people on it, but my grief, did not give me to enjoy it.
And when I wanted the drive, I took the rental of Lieborghini, giving for a trip "on the large" circle, driving a car 150 euros, renting cars are there on every corner (this is not a millionaires lined up in sports cars, and rolling cars), then accompanying constantly slowed down I, not allowing to accelerate on a sports car, and when I took the samely Ferrari for rent in Florence, accompanying Italian shouted to me "Push" when it was 150 km / h on the speedometer, and I was not against.
Cold winds, whenever, drove me from embankments and from Paris's parks, chased from megapolis towards the French south, the rain washed away my traces from the streets of the city.
Food. I do not remember where I heard a statement, but ... the French are able to prepare sauces, and the Italians are food.
But the New Year's Paris Disneyland was very pleased - I am an adult man, felt like a boy who fell into the world of adventures. There was no photos from extreme attractions - it turned out very funny.