I was in Paris for a few days on a business trip with a well known French friend.
However I had to navigate past the most touristy spots (Champs Elysees etc) during my trip. These places were chock full of scammers! I had three women pull the gold ring trick, bad luck for them cause I just pushed right past the hysterical lowlifes.
It must be my longcoat and sharp dress sense that set a very distinct look as a potential target. However I am very ashen faced when travelling around a city, especially a strange one.
Already prepared by securing my wallet and devices in my inner pockets with the coat secured tight, I decided that a fake wallet would diddle some pickpockets off, making my day.
They were very persistent, especially these gentlemen giving bracelets to people, very very in your face and aggressive. Of course they hadnt bet me of just barging through them like a typical Londoner. Some were most displeased with me, however they obviously knew I wasnt falling for it and backed off.
'Petitions' galore too, filth and cack if you ask me. I simply brushed them off, of which they just got more pestering. My god I felt so angry I was thinking of giving some a really hard thunking on the noggin.
Lastly I was moving around some black spots in camera's views and the Interpol wouldn't search with a ten foot pole. I caught what must have been a 20 year old diving into my pockets. Obviously unhappy that the fact the he found a lovely note in my fake wallet kindly telling him to **** off in various languages, tried to mug me.
Little did he know that I was a karate black belt and was promptly swept off of his feet, where he lay groaning with the wind knocked out of him. I stuffed the note into his mouth and promptly shouted in French "Try to mug me now **** face?".
That thoroughly ruined my Paris trip
However I had to navigate past the most touristy spots (Champs Elysees etc) during my trip. These places were chock full of scammers! I had three women pull the gold ring trick, bad luck for them cause I just pushed right past the hysterical lowlifes.
It must be my longcoat and sharp dress sense that set a very distinct look as a potential target. However I am very ashen faced when travelling around a city, especially a strange one.
Already prepared by securing my wallet and devices in my inner pockets with the coat secured tight, I decided that a fake wallet would diddle some pickpockets off, making my day.
They were very persistent, especially these gentlemen giving bracelets to people, very very in your face and aggressive. Of course they hadnt bet me of just barging through them like a typical Londoner. Some were most displeased with me, however they obviously knew I wasnt falling for it and backed off.
'Petitions' galore too, filth and cack if you ask me. I simply brushed them off, of which they just got more pestering. My god I felt so angry I was thinking of giving some a really hard thunking on the noggin.
Lastly I was moving around some black spots in camera's views and the Interpol wouldn't search with a ten foot pole. I caught what must have been a 20 year old diving into my pockets. Obviously unhappy that the fact the he found a lovely note in my fake wallet kindly telling him to **** off in various languages, tried to mug me.
Little did he know that I was a karate black belt and was promptly swept off of his feet, where he lay groaning with the wind knocked out of him. I stuffed the note into his mouth and promptly shouted in French "Try to mug me now **** face?".
That thoroughly ruined my Paris trip
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