点评:Let me get one thing straight, I harbour no ill feeling towards the French people or their culture. We’ve had some wonderful food, seen some incredible architecture and enjoyed a slice of the good life, with fine wine and beautiful sun.
However, and it makes me physically sick to say this. There is a mutant stench that follows you around everywhere, it’s like someone has set a garbage bin filled with hair and fecal matter on fire.
There is no visible source of this stench, it’s like walking through a ghost, just supernatural episodes of extreme pungency. At one point my friend was seen sprinting towards a collection of full bins outside an Indian restaurant just for some rest-bite from the natural smell of the city. It starts off light, like a necromancers touch, but after a few hours you start drowning, struggling for breath, gargling from froth corrupted lungs.
That being said food was great.
翻译:让我先说清楚,我对法国人或他们的文化没有任何恶意。我们品尝过美味的食物,欣赏过令人惊叹的建筑,享受过一段美好的生活,品尝过美酒,沐浴过明媚的阳光。
然而,说出来却让我感到恶心。有一种怪异的恶臭会一直跟随着你,就像有人点燃了一个装满头发和粪便的垃圾桶。
这股恶臭没有明显的来源,就像在鬼魂之间穿行,只是偶尔会有一些超自然的极度刺鼻的气味。有一次,有人看到我的朋友冲向一家印度餐馆外一堆堆满的垃圾桶,只是为了喘口气,感受一下这座城市的自然气息。一开始味道很淡,就像是亡灵法师的触碰,但几个小时后,你就会开始感到窒息,呼吸困难,肺部被泡沫腐蚀,发出漱口水的声音。
话虽如此,食物还是很棒的。