Yes, everyone's out to get you (aka don't trust men who try to "make a bracelet" off your finger in touristy places- they are trying to pickpocket you).
Yes, the people are rude. In fact, nobody wants to help you, so don't even ask you'll get mislead easily.
Paris is indeed mad expensive, so bring lots of money if you're planning a visit.
And yes, you are an easy target. Anything you do can and will scream 'AMERICAN' .
On to Paris Nightlife. We decided it would be a good/ fun idea to go clubbing in Paris. The club was 15 euros to get in, which is standard if not cheap, but the drinks were about 9 euros, aka mad expensive. Luckily we befriended some french boys and got free vodka. In retrospect we probably should've been more careful with that since we didn't exactly know what the drinks were... oh well.
Anyways, it's about 2:45 am and Carrie and I decide to go back to the hostel so we could get up at a reasonable time in the morning and do more fun things. We exit the club and look for a taxi. It appears as if there are multiple taxi options and that we'll have no problem getting one. How wrong we were. After many failed attempts at hailing a cab, we realize in our slightly intoxicated state that if the taxi light is red, it's full. Duh, Liv! How could you not get that?? Well, every single taxi had a red light. How could they all be full? It's 3 am for god's sake!
Well, we should probably ask for help, since it's obvious this was gettign us nowhere. there were some "very helpful" boys that wanted to take us on a "walk along the seine". Seems legit . No thank you, we'll ask the bouncer instead. The bouncer was not helpful. In fact, he lied to us telling us that there was a taxi park where there wasn't. Ugh. Eventually it's about 4:50 am and Carrie and I, exhausted and discouraged collapse on a bench (with two sides). We had given up. Just then three boys approach the bench and sit on the opposite side. Thinking (rather egotistically) that they would hit on us, I groaned. However, they didn't even look at us. This came as a surprise. About 5 minutes later I finally decided to ask them for help. They seemed slightly amused by our situation but agreed. 10 minutes later it became all 5 of us wandering the streets of Paris looking for an empty cab, to no avail. Two of the guys end up hitchhiking with some stranger. But I was like "no". So eventually the three of us that are left find an underground station with one gate kind of open. Could be a broken gate, could mean it's open. I was a little wary that perhaps this french guy was leading us into an abandoned tube station to our deaths, but it was 5:30, I wanted to be home. The guy was actually quite nice, and he waited with us until our train came (30 minutes later). He was a total flirt although he did mention a girlfriend a couple of times (way to et me down, frenchy). Either way, we made it back to the hostel around 6:20 am, and slept basically all day. So fun times.
I should also mention that surprise, I'm actually good with french. I took AND gave directions, and spoke whenever possible. Not to brag, but many french people told me I was surprisingly good, NBD. And then of course I lost my voice. It was completely gone for about two days, leaving our group of eight helpless with no other french-speakers. Well, it is what it is. Can't wait to return to France to speak more!
Also I can't take normal pictures with famous monuments.
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