Random observations:
The French don't care about snow, like at all. They don't even salt the roads for the maniacs.
My washing machine looks like a toaster.
Coke tastes the same.
I stick out like a sore thumb in khakis and a North face.
Everyone here is really helpful if you stink at French. And by helpful I mean speak in rapid French if you don't understand then stare at you. Eventually you take the American response when you don't know what somebody said, "Ah oui! Merci!"
Fire hydrants look like Star Wars droids.
Wherever the wine is, I can't find it.

Salut