--The lights are on, all the time, everywhere. No minuteurs that leave you stumbling in the dark if you don't hurry.
--The elevators are big. The smallest ones fit six people.
--The cars are huge. If you don't have an SUV you feel dwarfed on the road.
--The restaurant servings are enormous. Everyone takes the leftovers home in boxes and doggie bags.
--The newspapers are stuffed with special ad sections.
--The stores are open all the time. You can buy a sofa on Sunday.
"I lived in Paris for six years," said the woman who delivered two chairs to me yesterday. "First on the rue Saint-Anne, then near Place Pigalle. It was kind of a funky neighborhood, full of hookers."
"Do you miss it?" I asked.
"It was a different time in my life. The Easter chocolate parade was cool, though."
"What Easter parade?"
"Didn't you ever see it? The Easter parade, with these giant chocolates. It was over by the Opera. Six-foot-tall giant Easter eggs."