The people. Sure that when traveling through a major international hub you are likely to come across all imaginable nationalities, but what I truly. enjoy about Paris are the Parisians themselves. I like they way the dress, I like they way the sound. I am not fluent in French, but can understand it well enough when spoken at normal rates to get by, and read it sufficiently well to able able to understand most mundane scriptures. That helps a lot and makes me feel at home in France, relaxingly comfortable to explore foods and places.
In Paris, dress code is set at a different bar. I am not referring to expression of haute couture, but to the casual elegance that I easily observe. Colors such as red and pink tints men of all ages sport in their daily wardrobes; materials especially softer suede and leathers that hint of a higher quality, and certainly of better taste. And then there is that je ne sais quoi of Parisian femininity, that turns heads, first with your mind's eye and then, when it is probably too late, with your real eye.
The food. I've never had a problem with food in France. Just like in Italy, gormandizing is in the genes. Cuisine is a true labor of love. The French bring a care to food preparation, something affine to a mother's nurturing love, starting from the selection of the finest ingredients to the delicate poaching of greens and filets and then moving to the slow braising of meats, ending with the caressed milling and sieving of elegant sauces and soups.
What amazes me is the fact that you can sense this love for the art even in its manifestation of what we call fast food. In CDG I came across the carrot logo,. It immediately caught my attention. Turns out that it belonged to Belgian chain Exki. a concept in fast gourmet dish delivery, the embodiment of "un-fast food", likely to satisfy even the pickiest of foodies, you know, people like me.
|Exki Logo - Click To Access Web Site|
|Traoumad Bakery - Pont-Avens - Click to Access|
|Port-Avens Scenic Canal (source Bananiel.it)|