My dude Hemingway lived in Paris 100 years ago in 1924 and figured this out: The city is a ‘moveable feast.’ Considering that the man witnessed two world wars, was involved in the Spanish Civil War, and survived two plane crashes in Africa, you can’t help but trust his insight. The combination of Paris and the Olympic Games—the pairing of a moveable feast with the global sports celebration—it doesn’t get more powerful.
Grab a baguette and pain au chocolat from your local bakery, don a béret if you have one handy, and pour yourself a glass of vin blanc (retsina will do). It doesn’t matter if you’re dressed as a ‘French stereotype’ amid the blistering summer heat in Greece. Perhaps experiencing an authentic Parisian vibe this way is more feasible than finding a sense of familiarity in the city’s current circumstances.”
The five rings and all the event’s branding surround us.
To clarify, there are just four days left until the Olympic Games begin, and if Paris seemed to be operating normally, I’d be a bit surprised. The five rings and all the event’s branding surround us. No matter where you look, everything is pointing toward what’s coming. The city is relatively empty, as it is every summer when Parisians head out to the countryside, but we expect a significant influx of tourists as the Games approach. The already chaotic metro system has become even more tangled with additional signs, announcements, arrows, exits, and special routes for the Olympics layered on top of the existing 16 lines. The color-coding helps a bit, with pink marking the Olympic areas.
Another surprise upon arrival was that everywhere we went, the French were exceptionally polite. Is it the influence of the Olympics? Or is the new generation more courteous and fluent in English? I’m not sure. However, we haven’t yet experienced the typical stereotype of rudeness and chauvinism. Félicitations!