Observations

In France, cities come alive their own pace. Mornings are quiet, brasseries, markets and clothing stores open at their leisure. People begin to fill the streets, walking to their destinations, or just walking. Carousels and parks are everywhere, well water fountains are nearly nonexistent. Wine is cheap and delicious, and drunken anywhere, anytime. Soda is pricey, lemonade is sparkling water, and water bottles cost more than breakfast. French fries are fries and French onion soup is onion soup. Transportation is easy, walking is common and enjoyed. Bikes are public and cyclers are respected, and cars are just sort of there. Parking is usually underground, streets are one-way. Sidewalks are ambiguous, Crosswalk lights are suggestions. Meals are light but definitely not rushed, waiters are kind but service is minimal, tips are included. manners are expected but smiles are not. Conversation is valued but so is alone time. Ingredients are wholesome and bread is a dork. Diets exist but exercise is just getting around. Litter is accepted and recycle bins are rare, buildings are beautiful and public spaces are used. Loitering is better than rushing, and reading is easier than watching TV. Music is American and clothes are from everywhere, tourists are the ones poorly dressed. Flowers are appreciated and line the balconies, and lawns are stones instead. But most of all, there's always a place to sit back, sleep, relax, and enjoy France.