Rome- The Overrated City

Rome could be a fascinating city, but it has too many negative aspects that interfere with its rich history.  Let us take the Colosseum as an example.  We have all seen it in its glory in films like Gladiator.  It is a perfect and beautiful piece of architecture.  Yet when you see it in person it is an ugly ruin covered in scaffolding with beggars and thieves bothering your every step.  Perhaps CGI ruined it, or maybe the atmosphere, or just maybe it was always an ugly unimpressive ruin.

Billy and Me Colliseum.jpg

My brother and I cruised through this pit in the middle of Summer which is an awful time to be in the Mediterranean.  The air in the city is suffocating and oppressive.  Not a breeze or hint or air reaches into the ugly, congested streets of this city.  The pollution from the old and ill maintained diesel buses and two stroke scooters add very little ambiance to the situation.  In fact they may be a negative aspect.

Me on rome military acadamy.jpg

Going out to eat or drink is absurd.  Males are completely ignored by waiters while women are drooled over.  How anybody can find this city romantic is beyond my understanding.  When out in the company of women the waiters hit nonstop on the women with no regard to the men that are with them.  It does not matter if they are siblings or a married couple.  Italian men have no shame and will pursue anything available in any situation.  How the women can walk the streets alone is beyond me.  They are far braver than I or must really desire the attention.

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It took very little time for this city to get on my nerves.  Never have I been so unhappy to be somewhere as I have when in Rome.  My feeling is so negative that I can barely recollect seeing any of the sights.  I know I have been to see the famous fountain, the Colosseum, and other sights because I have pictures, but I do not remember them.  All I remember is wanting to escape from the place.  And do not be fooled into thinking that I have given this city one chance.  Far from it.  I have been here multiple times as it is a gateway for cruises and other journeys of mine.  Each time I know that I must visit this place I get a migraine and wish to the stars that it wasn’t so.

Me in Front of Rome Military Acadamy.jpg

Why anyone would enjoy a visit to this place is beyond my understanding.  I do know that most people enjoy different experiences than I do, and that Rome is a highly rated tourist destination, but I cannot wrap my head around the why of it.  It is not just Rome that I despise.  The rest of Italy is a waste to me.  From Milan to Tuscany and Venice to Florence.  The whole country and culture is a terrible experience.  Perhaps I should of expected it all though.  The country and city that is the home to one of the most corrupt and evil establishments in the world was never bound to impress me.  I am of course referring to the Holy See.

 

Paris Overview

Paris is the most beautiful city on the planet, plain and simple.  The why is more difficult to nail down.  Budapest is almost identical to Paris but has the added beauty of Fishermans Bastion, Buda Castle, and Parliament.  Yet for some reason it does not surpass Paris.  I will have to leave it for the philosophers to debate.

Billy and Me                         Arc de Triumph

My first, and only, visit to Paris was with my elder brother.  We spent a few days exploring the City in 2005.  All the usual tourist spots were visited and were quite uninteresting, as most tourist traps are.  The most interesting and best stories pertain to the people we met and sights we saw outside the tourist areas.  We stayed in a hostel and as usual met some interesting fellow tourists.  There was a hot American girl, an adventurous Kiwi and Aussie, a racist Jew, a solo Brazilian female, and a Chinese brother and sister.

Staircase to Sacre Cour

The first day we spent sightseeing with the Kiwi, Aussie, and Jew.  It was fine but my brother and I found that going out alone was more interesting.  So after a night of drinking with the Chinese and Brazilian we headed into the city sans company.  In a park we met a tall beautiful girl sitting on a bench with a tall good looking guy.  We stuck up a conversation and found to our excitement that she was a Romanian Victorias Secret model and he was her brother.  I am quite certain my eyes glowed like the sun and my heart skipped a few hundred beats on this news(The finding out he was her brother, not that she was a model). They invited us to a party at a club that evening and we accepted.  Immediately after we parted ways I ran into another girl and we started talking.  It turned out that she was a dancer in some Paris national theatre or something like that.  We walked together for an hour or so and then she invited us both to a party at her flat with her friends.  Like morons we declined and we parted ways.  I will never forget your perfect legs my mystery Parisian dancer.

Billy, Me, Kiwi, and Israel Sacre Cour

That night we went to the club and to our surprise our names were actually on the VIP list.  Sadly we could not take advantage of this amazing opportunity as it was 150 degrees Centigrade inside with an oxygen content of 1%.  Neither of us could stand it and left before even meeting our host.  To this day I do not understand how people can survive and enjoy such and environment.  A shame really.

Paris Hostel

Notre Dame was as expected, the same goes for the Louvre(though the Mon Lisa was much smaller than I expected).  The Eiffel Tower and its surrounding park is impressive.  We didn’t go up the tower and instead went up to the top of the big ugly black office building, Tour Montparnasse.  The view was fantastic, and this was before I had lasik.  I could only dream of what the view would be like to me now.

Billy and Me Paris Catacombs

The crypts are what fascinated me the most.  Seeing all those bones in piles and trying to imagine that each one once lived a life with a family, going to work each day and having the same problems and thinking the same things that I think.  It was eerie, but the designs they made with the bones somehow took away from the sadness and creepiness of it all.  I highly recommend going down into the crypts when you visit Paris.

Me with Mona Lisa

So that was all.  Nothing I can really put into words beyond that Paris is the most romantic and beautiful city on the planet.