I went to dinner at an Italian place and sat near an open door. Lots of people passed by. Then a young lady dressed in all white walked up. I saw her looking at me eating my pizza. Then she smiled, mouthed "Bon appetite!", and continued walking by. This does not happen in the US.
Last night I ate in a crepes place. The owner came out (I was the only one there). He poured a Kir Bretonne (kir with hard cider) and joined me at my table to chat. His English was not good; neither was my French. But he managed to talk about life, his restaurant, his plans for a different business, and his wife. I was in an Arabic part of Paris. His wife was born elsewhere, but had forgotten Arabic. Her English was not as good as his, but adequate for me to get food. A charming couple. This does not happen in the US.
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