I can't help myself. Try as I might, it's impossible to adopt the hauteur of the average Parisian -- that slightly aloof, cynical face that screams "I am from Paris and you're not."
My pursuit of happiness, that American birthright we all demand, is just part of my face. There's no denying my heritage or my bliss.
It's ok. I don't mind. There's much to smile about. Perhaps my smile will remind a few Parisians that they, too, have a reason to put on a happy face.
Three reasons to smile when in Paris:
Breakfast, lunch, dinner.
Oh, there are many more. But keep it simple and stick to the basics. And SMILE!