Cyclists here are more likely to be crazy, breaking the law, dressed in street clothes and helmetless.
One cannot find a cd store if one is more that 3 blocks from a college dormitory.
Ice coffee is sold everywhere. (But we expected that, didn't we?)
The rain is harder. I went to NYC to visit my brother and he talked me into buying an umbrella within about 10 minutes. I can't remember ever having an umbrella. There's some hazy memory of having one in my childhood, and YES there is that disturbing pink one with a face that I found on my lawn one morning, but I never used it. So, there it is... I've changed. I'm an umbrella user who rides her bike on the sidewalk sometimes.
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That's 70 francs here, woman. Riding on the sidewalk, that is, not the whussy umbrella. The fine for the whussy umbrella is shame, shame, shaaaaame
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