Musings on Life, or "How I am similar to the family dog"

1. Parisian dogs are better behaved than their owners
Unrelated to the later part of my title, but a musing on Paris life nonetheless. The dogs in Paris are really well behaved. Most don't have leashes but stay right next to their owners anyway, never dashing off to chase a squirrel or runner (yay!). Sure they poop all over the sidewalks, but that isn't their fault. It is their OWNERS fault that their is dog poop all over the sidewalks. Little old ladies walking their small poodles around while wearing their fur coats and carrying their big Louis Vuitton bags do not carry pooper scoopers. Conclusion: Parisian dogs are better behaved than their owners.

2. Paris has lots and lots of decadent, over-priced dessert items
Hot cocoa at Angelina's, 7euro. Macaroons at Laduree, 8euro. Ice cream at Berthillon, 10euro. The experience of eating at all the exclusive dessert-related places in Paris? No, not priceless. It's expensive.


3. My host family tells me things about one another, because they figure I can't repeat it later.
In this sense, I am sort of like the family dog that everyone talks to and says things to, but figures it doesn't matter what they say, because it won't be repeated. So I learn things like "Martin is no good for Aurore," or "Alexia gained too much weight in Scotland," or "Chloe lacks standards when it comes to dating." There is family drama, but it is secretive, because they all gossip like preteens. I guess thats what happens in a house of three daughters, a mother, a female exchange student, and a female cat.