The best piece of advice before I went to Paris came from my co-worker, David Patrick Stearns, who said, "Dear, We are NOT going to take a taxi cab are we?" I'm a New Yorker at heart, so I half-heartedly agreed. When you can't get a subway, you get a cab, right? Wrong!
From the moment I got off the plane it was all about Le Metro. Folks immediately trek to the RER-B so they can take the train (think Septa.) to Le Chatelet and transfer to their train of choice.
My lifeline is the No. 1.(It's yellow so I want to call it the No. 7 as if I'm at home, but I digress.) It takes me literally anywhere in the city. It's the best. These trains even run faster than ones in New York and they also run pretty quickly at night. I have been here six full days now and I have been deep in Le Mariais, down by The Louvre, in the garment district off of Rue du Sebastopol... everywhere!
The best part though is reading the signs. There are some pop stars I've never heard of. But Chris Brown is coming to Paris this month. And, the French like Kentucky Fried Chicken.
My thought, why eat Kentucky Fried Chicken when you can have carpaccio?
