My first time in Paris was 2007, when I had just been admitted to a university in Beijing and had never left China. The second time was for school — I lived on the sixth floor of a small room near Montparnasse, no elevator, no heating in winter. Now it's the third time. I've lived in Shenzhen for eight years, then wandered for two more.
Standing on Boulevard Haussmann, I noticed a strange resemblance to Shenzhen's Shennan Avenue — both wide, straight, deliberate. But the feeling is completely different. Walking down Shennan Avenue, you feel a pressure to push forward, as if stopping means falling behind. On Haussmann, you feel watched, staged — a certain grandeur of backdrop.
A City Is an Argument
Baron Haussmann began renovating Paris in 1853, tearing down medieval alleyways to build wide boulevards. One purpose was to allow troops to move quickly through the city to suppress uprisings. This history rarely appears in travel guides.
Shenzhen is a different kind of argument. It wants to prove a city can go from fishing village to first-tier metropolis in forty years. It succeeded — but the cost of that speed is that nobody truly belongs here. Everyone is a passerby, including me, who lived there for eight years.
Maybe that's why Paris feels heavy, and Shenzhen feels anxious. One city carries too much past; the other doesn't have enough.