Why you won't find a carpark in Paris
Parking on the street in Paris has always been tricky. But now it is becoming a costly nightmare.
With a resident’s permit, you used to be able to park your car for a week for just over €3 ($4). The charge has just been trebled to €9.
Not too bad? Yes, but first you have to find a spot. I spent 40 minutes touring my quartier looking for a space the other day — a new personal record.
Successive Paris mayors have eroded the number of on-street parking places by turning them into stations for Velibs (public bicycles for hire) and the new self-hire electric cars. There is also a Putin-style furtive colonisation of the streets by yellow-painted “delivery” places.
Ordinary motorists are allowed to use them between 8pm and 8am — but only the ones with yellow dotted lines. The ones with unbroken lines must stand empty all night.
After driving my daughter to Orly airport the other day at 5am, I returned to find a big, fat, empty, legal parking space close to where I live. Oh joy. Oh delight.
Two days later, I returned to find that some passing speedster had ripped off my front bumper. A note had been left on the windscreen with a phone number.
I tried to call. The number did not work. I checked. It was part of a batch of numbers issued in the French West Indies. This one seemed to be a fax number.
In other words, the assailant of my bumper took the trouble to stop his car to leave a false number. Oh rage. Oh despair. Independent