This post is brought to you by Candice Johnson, an Australian living in Paris, a city that she loves relentlessly but that doesn’t seem to lover her back. (Sounds familiar?) You can read more about the everyday struggles of her expat life in on her blog, Paris is Just Not That Into You.
Paris in the summertime is like an athlete before the Olympics – at the peak of its potential. The minute the sun comes out, the city transforms: cafes spill out onto the streets; parks swell with people vying for every square inch of sun-soaked grass; Parisians seem happier, more talkative.. more open to love!
There is only one downside to Paris at this glorious time: les gens qui draguent dans la rue – the guys who try to pick you up on the street. As soon as the weather starts to get nice, these people crawl out of whatever hole they hibernate in during the year and start menacing the city’s female population. (Seriously, where does this species go during the winter? Does it migrate south?)