Salut! From the land of fabulous fromage que j'adore, je vous salute you. I am in Paris and I love Paris for many reasons, first off being that I can pretty much show up anywhere unencumbered by rules. Everybody welcomes me, little old ladies love me, I rule le metro, where I can travel sans bag. My owners have yet to take me to La Tour D'Argent, but they are always slow to catch up. Meanwhile, I love love love the Parc Buttes Chaumont, that is, MY park, which is close to chez nous and has many splendored hilly lawns where I play cherche la bal and bark at trash bags.
In fact, I have become a bit of a French salope because snotty teenager that I am, I now growl at everything and everyone, including little old ladies and cute chiens. Why do I act insufferable towards the nicest people? Because this is Paris and when in Rome...
To be fair, most people have been tres charmant. It's just me wanting to belong. Je suis une arriviste.
Here's a picture of me at Brasserie Lipp in Saint Germain with jambon et melon, mais oui!