Parisian observations, continued (some more)

I am SO observant!

• The French like almond flavor.  ME TOO!  I love finding almond croissants, almond yogurt, and other tasty treats that you rarely see in the US.  Trust me, I look.  Yes please.
• You will see nobody walking to work in the morning with coffee, except us crazy Americans.  Apparently they all just get it at work.  (The office does have a sweet little machine.)  I feel a little weird carrying my iced mocha but I let it bother me for about half a second.  Because then it's so chocolatey and good that it doesn't matter.
• Some French are rude.  Like the girl who, when I said that I didn't buy ingredients at Paris grocery stores and make my own food in my tiny hotel room with no kitchen, called me lazy.  The same girl who, when I said that no, I don't take a dictionary to the grocery store with me to find out what things are, called me lazy again.  To my face.  Excusez-moi?!  We will not be friends.
• I have seen more ladies carrying Louis Vuittons here than anywhere else.  That includes girls that are clearly only in high school.  When I was in HS, my purse was a nylon Esprit number with an external (yes, external) pocket for my sweet Nokia cell phone that I bought on clearance at Maurice's (the purse, not the celly).  But perhaps I'm old fashioned...?!
• Everyone here (I may generalize a little, but really) drinks booze at lunch.  I've been eating alone (as my colleague is in England this week), so I've been doing a lot of people watching.  Nearly every other table has beer, wine, and delicious looking cocktails with strawberries on the rim.  I enjoy my Fanta or Orangina instead.
• There are cigarette butts on the ground everywhere.  I did see someone sweeping them up for first time today though, so that's good.
• Scarves!  Casual scarves!  Women, men, kids, scarves!  Scarf party!  I hope to bring some new ones home with me.  :)
• Don't eat at a restaurant if its name is Hippopotamus.  Even if the place is packed and there's a line to be seated.  Trust me, it's terrible.
• The French play Words With Friends, too!
• I've seen more than a handful of grown men walking around smoking pipes.  Like old man wooden pipes.  Perhaps they were on their way to or from a library with many leather-bound books...?
• While 99% of Parisians I've seen wear only neutral colors, the remaining 1% are men wearing pink pants and shorts.  I keep trying to get Jeff to join in on that, so he'll look Euro-sophisticated, but for some reason he's not buying it.  Don't worry, I'm not giving up that easily...

That's all for now.  I'll post an update about me (not getting too lost! being hat free!) when I get a chance.  Until then, bonsoir and au revoir, friends!