Parisian observations, continued (some more, continued)

Paris gives me much to observe.  Thanks, French people!

• Razor scooters are still a thing here.  Not huge, but bigger than in the US.  And I'm talking grown adults, zipping by in business suits, on their way to work.  Jealous...
• People are pushy.  Sometimes lines matter, sometimes they don't.  We were waiting to get on the public bus in Pontorson, in a nice little line, and this couple just budges right in front of us (and the rest of the line) to let themselves on the bus.  Like it was their job to do so.  There's also a bit of shoving when it comes to getting on and off the Metro.  Not as bad as in Korea, but still.  Americans win in this one.  We know how to do lines and take turns!
• Motorcycles and little electric scooters are everywhere.  I will NOT miss the high-pitched buzzy squeal of a scooter zipping by.  But Parisians do look glamorous, climbing off in their chic suits and dresses and removing their helmets seductively; amIright?!
• The Italian food here is awesome!!!  The French food I've had is fine.  But it's no Italian!
• Longchamp bags seem to be standard issue here.  If you're not using one, your friend next to you must have one or else the balance in Paris will shift and all the croissants will go crusty.  So make sure you help meet the Longchamp quota!
• They have a mystery melon here in Paris, and it is AMAZING.  It has a dark green skin like watermelon, but the flesh is white and oh so sweet.  I've never seen or had it before but I want more.  When I asked what kind of fruit it was, the waiter said, "Melon."  I asked what kind of melon, and he went back to ask in the kitchen.  No one knows.  Just "melon."  I call it mmmmelon.
• The stereotype is true: you can be sitting at a cafe table on a sidewalk, and an accordion or violin player will just mosey up and start playing.  Very romantic.  Except if you're with your coworker.
• Iced mochas seem to be confusing to Starbucks baristas.  I keep getting asked, "You want ice?!"  Then they drop a few cubes in there.  Gee, thanks......
• Restaurants always give you bread, but never bread plates.  This equation results in a nice display of crumbs on the table and sometimes a special piece of crust, left as a gift from me for my waiter.
• I saw a guy last week reading a book on the Metro that I thought was called 1000 Years of the Annoying French.  I thought that was a bold choice to read amongst French people.  Turns out I was a little off.  1000 Years of Annoying the French is the actual book he was reading, about facts related to French history.  I'm a little disappointed to see the correct title now, actually...
• Have I mentioned the BO?  Oh, I have?!  There's no reason it should be smelled on an 8am Metro ride.  NO REASON.
• Remember the band Simple Plan?  Or tried to forget them, like me?  They are still around!  And they're singing TERRIBLE songs in half English, half French that get play in France!  The video for the awful song "Jet Lag" plays on the morning music videos here, plus we've heard it on the radio a handful of times.  Check no.
• In the latest UK issue of InStyle (I love foreign English language versions of my favorite magazines!), they were saying that varsity/letterman's jackets are a next big thing.  I've totally noticed them being worn here, but mostly on men.  Just in case you were wondering.
• Speaking of, I needed some more light reading for a train ride last weekend, and grabbed the US issue of People that they were selling.  I hadn't read it yet, so I bought it.  Turns out, it was the August 22nd issue.  That I purchased on September 18th.  The lesson learned: don't try and keep up on American pop culture through magazines here.  Use the internet, my friends.
• The restaurant across from my favorite Italian place is called Beautiful Sandwich.  I haven't eaten there but have high expectations, obviously.
• For Sydnie: They sell little travel packs of Nutella that come with attached dipping breadsticks.  Tasty!!  Not as good as Nutella you sneak from your hotel breakfast and put in your pocket to eat later on Oktoberfest pretzels, but pretty good.
• I think I've finally been in Paris too long.  I'm recognizing people on my commute, like young guy in a suit with sideburns (AKA chops) that are an inch too long.  Recognized him today.  I think that means it's just about time to head home...

Shortly!  Will be on my way in a week, on next Thursday.  Until then, thanks for the great feedback, friends!  I'll keep my eyes peeled for more observations, if I can find them.  :)