The city of style

ok, so i haven't posted anything here for a while, but i did scribble a few things on my laptop, so here it is:

it's hard for me to hate the french. i know, it's quite in on occasion, like having an iPhone, but i just can't.
I am sitting in a big park near the louvre watching a gigantic man screaming out commands on a group of 7 year old kids. it's a gym lesson. Why stay in school when you can train in the park? Style.
The food, of course, does not require introduction. It seems that every aspect of the culinary experience - bread, meat, cheese, wine, fish, vegetables - has been perfected and being practiced. "But le quialite is not what it used to", tells me a friend who has been living here all his life. Well, for me, le qualite is still quite good, and I have eaten a lot of things here for the first time, including fois gras. I probably won't have anymore in the near future, but it was worth a shot. and the duck (tastier that goose liver) was dead anyways.
i'm wondering how it's going to be in the land of the francs. we'll see, i guess