We're out of pictures

The trouble with days like today. . . . We end up with NO pictures to share. Ourselves, we had a great day. You. . . . . You get no pictures. Except that one of Duane in his styling new scarf.
Duane read somewhere that the French are really NOT all that happy. They are even less happy than the Brits and way less happy than the Swedes! Apparently what we are experiencing (Observing) is their "What the Hell" approach to life rather than a universal "Ain't Life Grand" attitude. I suppose that in some cases it looks the same. It seems that their vaunted educational system, by some people's estimate, is to blame. They grade HARD! Unlike America's schools where they've decided that everyone is above average and good looking, the French believe that if you are average (God forbid you are below average) they'll remind you of it at every chance. Seems that kind of feedback system promotes pessimism. Who knew? Duane thinks it goes deeper than that and much further back in time, but he could be wrong. Duane thinks it goes back to getting their butts kicked all the time.
On to happier and more uplifting topics.  Paula had a dog sit under her chair at lunch today. This is not unusual in French restaurants. It is just a little startling to discover that you're sitting on a Jack Russell Terrier while downing your Moules and Frites.
Every restaurant in Paris worth it's Star has sidewalk seating. We actually haven't eaten inside a restaurant yet. Eating on the street is so much more fun. You can grade the T-Shirts (No Winners Today) and compare notes with other diners.
The street musicians are almost always great entertainment. If you don't have them in your city, you should complain. They offer a broad array of music and instruments, and almost always from a talented musician. Today we listened to a wonderful clarinetist, a dandy guitarist, a quite excellent accordion player and some old woman on a harp (that one wasn't so good).
The "Statue People" are quite inventive offering up a wide range of Statue options. The most compelling (and we have yet to figure it out) is a strange balancing act that looks, and probably is, impossible. We'll try and get a picture. Picture a man who looks as if he is sitting down on a chair, but there is no chair. Duane's confounded.