Paris v/s London

Paris, Je t'aime. Tu me manques beaucoup.
Je ne sais pas quand je vais te voir..Il est tout simplement ces petites choses qui me manquent le plus de vous
Parisiens, you are so unwelcoming on the surface, you act like you dont exist on the trains, you shout, you scream and swear when you dont even know you were at fault.. But once you scratch the surface, and beyond the hard exterior, you are so warm- welcomed me into your homes, and you go out of your way for no particular reasons.
Parisiens,you say Bonjour, Englishmen hand you your change. Ca va? No exchange of pleasantaries at the grocery store, no conversation in the elevator about the weather, its just the business in the England. No time to stop and smell the roses. Its business all the way.
No long lunch break, no maison de campagne..its just all work and no play.
If a Parisien doesnt like you, you can tell by the look on his face. With an Englishman, you just havent the foggiest! The stiff upper lip extends to the whole body and when it thaws, what you get are fat Englishwomen with no class running around on the roads drunk in the night with hardly any clothes on! C'est pas tres chic, je pense.
Les Parisiens like to keep it separate, to love the good things in life- to dress well, to eat well, to talk with knowledge..
Peut etre, je ne sais pas suffit to make the comparison yet, but Paris, je t'aime. London, you're fantastic. But I left my heart in another place. You will just have to settle for second best.