A few of my favorite (Parisian) things…
The first sip of a cafe noisette. The way every meal is served with a basket of baguette slices, even if you ordered a sandwich. The way a waiter (who is always a man) will speak only French to you, if you speak very poor but earnest French to him. The plastic-bag public trash receptacles on every street, labeled in French, “Vigilance and Cleanliness”. The … Continue reading A few of my favorite (Parisian) things…
