Slight Quip...

Ok so I know that Paris is the city of love, but I need to get a quip in here! Why does everyone feel like making out? And why do people feel the need to do this... everywhere?! And I do mean, everywhere.

Yesterday I went with a couple of girls from Kellogg to Provins where we took a tour of the underground storage system (essentially a long series of caves under the city that date back centuries). Romantic right? I didn't think so either, but that didn't stop a couple from making out, full force (with sound effects and all), in front of us, stopping the cave tour traffic.

And I'm not the only one who thinks this is weird... When I was on the train yesterday, it obviously seemed like my lucky day since when I sat down, a couple next to me decided to start making out. When they got off, the pair of German women that were sitting across from me started making fun of the couple's kissing technique and laughing!

Ok, you may chalk that one up to the fact that the women were German, and obviously, the French must think this is normal and that it's just us, Puritans, who shy away from PDA... right? Well, the first week I was here, during our lovely 50 minute train ride from Cergy, there was a teenage couple that joined us on the train and proceeded to go to town with their makeout session! And I do mean go to town, considering they did not come up for air for 5 minutes at a time (yes, I'm that petty, that I timed it). Now, don't get me wrong, love is a wonderful thing and all that, but really? On a train? Full force? (In this case, full force equating with - they may as well have been at home on a bed as that seemed to be the logical next step with how much into it they were!) But at one point, a lovely french woman, probably in her 20s got on, and found herself standing between the couple and myself. Well, let me tell you, she was as grossed out as I was, and she kept making eye contact with me and rolling her eyes, and checking on the teens every few minutes in hopes that they had stopped (but alas, no luck).

Really people, this is the city of love and maybe if you found better places to make out than the germ and urine-infested subway or the historical caves, I may let it pass! May I suggest the banks of the Seine (yes, I know it's cold out there, but if it's romantic in the summer months, it can be romantic now too), or the beautiful bridges, the movies, the gardens...? Surely these are all more romantic places than the subway.

Ok quipping over, back I go to enjoying the magnificence that is Paris.