- Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the chapter: House Of Balloons / Glass
Table Girls by The Weeknd )
As I stepped into the room, it was late, and my body was screaming with exhaustion after touring Paris all day.
Honestly, the whole "City of Love and Light" thing? Completely overrated. Half the streets smelled like piss.
I don't know why anyone romanticizes this place when all I could think about was how rude some people were, especially to foreigners.
They stared at us like we didn't deserve to exist in the same space as them like we were stealing their air.
Well, they can keep it because, frankly, their air smells like piss too.
The Eiffel Tower? We didn't even go up today. That's for tomorrow. Not that I care. It's just another tourist trap.
The only redeeming thing about this day was getting to practice French with actual French people—who, by the way, would half the time just switch to English to spare themselves the effort of talking to us in their language.
