I've got fond memories of Paris. My boyfriend, now husband took me there when we were dating back in 1992.
I'd never been before but I'd heard it was romantic. I was not disappointed. Tuilleries garden was lovely. I remember the ice cream stalls. I'd never seen myrtle as an ice cream flavour before. We walked to a cathedral that overlooks the city, probably Monmatre. We had a lovely meal at the Oyster Bar. It was just amazing. We had a meal at a modest café for lunch, the waiter added up the bill, (l'addision) on the paper table cloth. Le Liteau is/was a café off the Champs Elysee we had lovely steak there. We walked across Place De La concord which was once where the public executions took place back in history.
We met in London and went on a date in Paris. Beat that.
It was great in 2007 when we passed through from Paris Nord to Paris Sud stopping for lunch before getting the train to the champagne producing area of France for my milestone birthday.
I revisited Paris in 2010 as I was taking part in the Paris marathon. Yes I've run through the Pont D'Alma tunnel, yes I've seen/run past the stanchion (sp) post that Princess Diana's chauffer driven car crashed into. The N7 ? motorway was at a standstill as I ran over a motorway bridge. Now that's a big scary, angry looking motorway.
I'm sorry that people have had a bad experience of Paris.
In 2010 we, that's my husband and I, stayed in St. Martin at a self catering apartment at Magenta. All good. It was quite noticeable that there were just SO MANY (hot, dirty) hairdressing salons run by African women for African women with their men waiting outside holding their purses or their car keys. Also, the clothes shops there seems to have 1970's fashions with 1970's mannequins in the shop windows, which I thought was odd for Paris.
Also, an African man was calling out to a local girl or girls, 'cafe fils ?' Which they ignored. What was the deal with that, asking, 'cafe, girl ?' I'm assuming he was not well intentioned.
The underground trains are double decker so you get more people on board. London Underground take note. OK, the Paris Metro stinks of piss, but it puts another dimension on the experience.
We've been on holiday to Cannes too. I can't speak much French but there was one girl there, in Cannes, who was speaking French on account of the fact that she was French and I guessed from her body language alone that she was from Paris. I'm not even saying she was being arrogant. Just confident, poised, quick in her speech and movement.
Paris isn't perfect but it's good. IMO.