One weekend in Paris

        Last weekend, I was excited to travel to Paris for the first time. It was a lot of first for me, the first time traveling seven hours on a crowded stinky bus, the first time on a crowded stinky subway, the first time to in a uncrowded stinky hostel and so on and so forth with the normal things one would see when they go to Paris.  I found Paris to be a bit more accommodating than Strasbourg has been, the city is so used to tourists coming in and out that they must learn to speak English fluently to retain good business. Of course with as many tourist spots as there are in Paris it does not really surprise me. Also I believe that the Parisians have become so accustomed to the amount of tourism they receive that it makes immune to the traffic, however in Strasbourg you notice a subtle difference between those who live here to the Parisians. Where the Parisians are indifferent to the amount of tourists coming and going, those who live in Strasbourg seem to treat those of us who aren't local with a little bit more scorn. Knowing that we don't belong here and maybe imposing on their wonderful city. However, I believe that as long as we try to fit in and not be rude to them  with our lack of language skills then maybe we can receive a bit more respect as people more than merely unwanted tourists.