I love Paris. I think that what Hemingway said about Paris being a "moveable feast" is as true today as when he first wrote it over 90 years ago. But there are some things about Paris I don't get and never will (sorry Ernesto).
In my observations I have noted there are two kinds of adult Parisians. The first kind is a curremt smoker of cigarettes, the second kind is someone between cigarettes. There are the occasional vapor users, but they are rarer here than back home. I can always see someone smoking on my walks, and by some miracle I have not been burned on a crowded sidewalk (which are often narrow and crowded). If France has a national pastime, smoking is part of it. Maybe that's how the women stay so thin? Or is it some measure of the state of their sex lives?
Speaking of thin, I was in the park by the Eiffel Tower and I noticed a few joggers go by. I had seen some before, but I suddenly realized that when I saw male joggers they were usually fit and in small groups, while the women were usually solo and a bit overweight. Like the fit women didn't need to exercise, or advertise, or both. Just thinking out loud I guess.
Which brings me to Chuck. He's been giving me a headache lately. I have been trying to transfer photos from my camera to Chuck so I can post them on this blog. Amazon has a cloud where the photos go for storage, but when I try to get them back the weather clears up (the cloud disappears). Sorry about the bad humor. Hints on Chuck would be appreciated. Hints on my attempts at humor will be ignored!
I have threatened Chuck with lessons on how to fly or swim but I get no cooperation. I am beginning to think this whole cloud business is nothing but a scam. Or at best, vaporware. Whatever THAT is!!!😬😬😬😬😬😬😬
P.S. It's hard to be a smoker here. You can't smoke indoors. You can only buy cigarettes at a tobacco shop. There are no cigarette vending machines. Cafe goers will eat and drink in the cold and damp just to be able to puff away, but they usually have some cover and maybe a heat lamp. The price of an American brand of cigarettes was about $9 in a shop I stopped in. Ouch.
