Ah, Paris – the city of love, light, and romance. Oh la la! I just finished up a week in this French capital, and as usual I had a range of thoughts that went through my head while I was in the city. Writers’ brains seem to be in constant motion. Call it a gift or a curse, but my brain is no exception. In fact, my brain is more the equivalent of a dog when he sees a squirrel – easily distracted and excited about the mundane things in life. I make it sound like a cool superpower when I describe myself as having “the curiosity of a child”, but really I just have a lot of random thoughts that ramble through my brain on any given day. These were a few of the deep thoughts and reflections I had about French life while I was in Paris. Is he… wow, yep he’s peeing into that grate next to the metro platform. Do you think that’s what it’s for? Do they have a public urinal in the metro? No, surely not. French men seem to be partial to beards and pointy shoes. Why do people...