Paris - Act I

First baguette sighting (confirmation that you have indeed arrived in Paris):
A young reckless driver making a screeching left turn across oncoming traffic, laughing with his buddy and biting off a huge hunk of the baguette braced between his knees.

First dead-on Parisian moment (in haiku form):
En sortant du Passage Plantain
In the bright sunlight
She leans out of the window
In a pink housecoat

Then, suddenly, it turned cold. I am not taking pictures. I'm somehow ok with that.