I generally avoid the high-traffic tourist areas in any city I live in because I don’t like people, but I made an exception this past Sunday as I have visitors and it was la fête nationale here. For reasons I won’t go into now, in English it’s known as Bastille Day but in French it’s just 14 Juillet.
Truthfully, the crowds weren’t as bad as I expected. It was the urban filth that surprised me. Cities can be nasty places. As they say here, beurk [yuk].