I'm another one who was harassed in Paris. Whilst visiting my sister in Paris we decided to go for an evening picnic in the park by the Eiffel Tower. A random man and his friend came over to sit with us and he then proceeded to tell me that I wasn't his type because my boobs were too small. The two men then sat discussing our chests in detail before begging us to go back with them to where they lived. It took us over an hour to get rid of them and they ruined a perfectly good evening. My sister has lived in Paris for 13 years and during that time she has repeatedly been stalked by men on the metro- they sidle up, ask her out or make some lewd comment, she rejects them, they then follow her when she gets off the metro to wherever it is she's going. She has seen men who've followed her from the metro loitering outside her apartment for days afterwards. It's frightening.
During my teens I was repeatedly propositioned by men 20, 30, 40 years older than me. They would make lewd comments about my body or find ways to touch me. On nights out I would be groped EVERY time I went to a nightclub. Foam parties were the worst as some men would take it even further by trying to put their hands inside my knickers because they could get away with it due to being hidden by the foam.
On one night out I wore a back-lacing top. A guy tried to undo it (fortunately it was double knotted) and when I asked him to leave my top alone he raised his fist to me and called me a "fucking whore". The only reason he backed down was because my then-boyfriend's rugby mates saw what he was doing and intervened.
When I was 23 I got a job in an office and I sat opposite a man in his mid 50s. I was a young, unconfident, unworldly 23 year old. I would chat to this man during the day and he was always really lovely and easy to talk to, like a kindly father figure. I was hundreds of miles away from my family so it felt reassuring having this lovely man looking out for me. He had a wife, and daughters a similar age to me who he spoke very highly about. The Christmas party that year was held at a hotel so some people, including this man, booked a room so that they could drink and not have to get taxis home. This man offered to buy me a drink so I accepted and returned the favour. I spent most of the evening chatting to my work friends in a different room of the hotel to this particular man, but every time I finished my drink he would suddenly appear with another one. As a result I got drunk very quickly. Towards the end of the evening, this man then appeared and asked me to spend the night with him. He told me he thought I was wonderful and he had feelings for me. He then told me in a very explicit way that if I went with him to his room he would pleasure me for hours. I was so drunk and so shocked by what he'd said that I literally burst out laughing. He then repeated what he'd said again and then grabbed my arm and tried to walk me towards the lifts. Fortunately our manager, who had overheard what he'd said, told him to leave me alone and gave him a telling off for his behaviour towards me. Unbelievably, this man was promoted shortly afterwards, despite not being that great at his job, and from that point on he made my work life a misery. Everything I said and did he took issue with. He repeatedly reported me to my manager over nothing (for example, after a member of his team said hello to me, I was reported for saying hello in return as I walked past her desk). Whenever he saw me eating my lunch he would tell me that I was going to get fat or he'd say that my bum was starting to get big and then no man would want me. He tried to blame me for other peoples' mistakes. He kept reading my work related emails that I'd sent to members of his team and tried to use them as evidence to show my manager I wasn't doing my job properly because I was sending emails too frequently (maybe once or twice a day). Every time it was my turn to make the tea, he would follow me into the kitchen and stand so closely behind me that I'd feel his breath on my neck and then he'd insist on trying to reach over me or touch my waist to squeeze past me even though there was plenty of room to move around. Every time I moved anywhere in the office he would stop work and follow me with his eyes. It was the most uncomfortable experience of my life. In the end my manager reported him higher up and he was told he would be let go if he didn't stop this behaviour towards me. I left shortly afterwards so I don't know what happened to him.
These situations are just the tip of the iceberg of what I have experienced. I have to say though, from my perspective, that I have found the day to day sexual harassment has improved a lot over the last five to ten years. I found 1995 - 2005 the worst for me (15 to 25 years old).