You don't smile at passersby, other people on the metro, tram, or RER. Silly American, smiles are for kids!
You've mastered the withering stare. No, I'm not scowling at you, but I certainly won't smile.
A baguette is a better accessory than a purse or a puppy.
Metro strikes don't phase you, they're a part of life. Finding an alternate route? That's your specialty.
If you want to open the doors of the tram or the metro, do it yourself.
You can walk up the hill of Montmatre in heels. At night. (I still haven't mastered that one myself)
You can contain yourself and have a conversation quietly. Those cafe chairs are close together, you don't want anyone else hearing about your business!
Tip? What's that?
Crepes aren't an indulgence, they're a way of life.
You have one, or more, panini stands that you frequent. Bumping into your panini proprietors at the grocery store is common.
You don't need to speed-walk down the street. Actually, why not stop in the middle of it and finish your conversation? Others can walk around you, pas de problem.
Brushing past someone to get onto the metro first isn't offensive, it's just part of the morning commute.
The key to making it through the commute- layers. Even when it's 19C (that's right, I said Celsius), the metro is still a sauna. Wear things to take off without ending up french beach style.
Forget personal space. Just forget it.
I've learned so much in just three weeks! In three months I will be truly Parisian...and then it's time to re-adapt to America...
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