The metro is much better here than in New York, not only does it tell you when the next train is coming, you are also able to use your cell phone underground. It seems crazy now after being able to use my phone on the train that New York hasn't made this happen yet.
The French people are not rude they all are rather nice, perhaps this is because of my attempts to speak French regardless, I think that the sterotype of the rude French as well as the rude New Yorkers is because they don't want more people coming to their city, it's more about keeping up appearances so that the city remains their own.
No matter where you go in Europe you still find that same song list of American tunes. Last week I was out dancing at this club called Favela Chic, which was supposed to be Brazilian, and perhaps they played one or two Brazilian songs, but really they just played the same European American selection of music that always pleases a crowd. When we walked in to the packed bar after a long wait outside they were rocking Elvis Jailhouse Rock and the Beatles. A very strange time machine this club became. For instance, I love the song Jump Around as much as the next person but the fact that I have never heard that song in a club in America is comical to say the least. And of course, Jump Around clearly makes me think of my Paros Girls and the ridiculousness of Saloon D'or but just how much fun we had anyway. People just go crazy for that Jump Around song, people need to jump I guess.
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