My Truce with Paris
Okay Paris let's call it quits. Let's stop all this stealing and cheating and bad attitude. I accept that you will be expensive and crowded and have terrible weather if you can accept that I can enjoy you without loving you. Sure I realize you can't control if you have terrible weather and if certain areas are stinkier than others, just like I shouldn't expect the baker to be friendly in the morning after the morning work rush, when they are nice all the better. This is what I want. No more of these diva outbursts. No more expensive crappy restaurant food. No more hassling. No more dismissiveness. If someone elbows me in the boob at the market I want them to at least smile an apology. No more attitude. Okay Paris...? ......ok. Truce.