When I tell people that I live and work in Paris, they sometimes imagine that I lead a worldly existence, going from café to art gallery opening, and from 3-star restaurant to private club. The truth in the City of Light is somewhat different.
This is the view from my office window, today at 2 PM CET. The périphérique is backed-up, the sky is grey, and there's so much smog that you can't distinguish the Eiffel tower. You will note, however, that there is not a burning car to be seen, nor any gangs of marauding vandals. (Note to myself: develop pontificating post on the role of mass-media in aggravating racial tensions.)
Now that you feel sorry for me I'll go back to reading Le Monde, savouring foie gras, and sipping Chateau Yquem. I've given up MacDo for Advent.
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