Welcome to the Parisian Blues, where the coffee is strong, the wine is weaker, and the existential dread is stronger.
You are lost in translation, just like the Monday Blues, where the weekend was yesterday, and the weekend was a lie.
Don't worry, we'll help you find your way through the Linguistic Labyrinth, where the words are like snakes, and the meanings are like... well, more snakes.
But be warned, the Parisian Odyssey is not for the faint of heart, where the Seine is like the river of forgetfulness, and the Eiffel Tower is like the monument to our collective despair.
Map of the Maze