When I went to Paris this past summer it was pretty awesome. The only fat fucks were other American tourists (most of whom were on my small tour group.... out of 8 of us there were 4 obeasts.... nothing I could do about it).  Our tour guide was this skinny guy named Pacôme (oh god he was so cute - and he was native to Paris! Ugh I loved his accent), and he got so irritated when our burden of obeasts mooed about the long walks (10+ miles a day - hey, we're in Paris! There is so much to see and do!). Luckily the obeasts retired early most days and Pacôme and us 4 normal folk would explore Paris late into the night... There were so many little markets (the most common one was Franprix) that had fresh fruit and veggies! In America, corner stores might have some rotten fruit, but no veggies and certainly not anything fresh. I ate so many pomegranates...... Oh jesus, I want to go back. I was only there for 5 days but I felt so.... spirited when I walked à coté des gens parisiens. I took 3 years of advanced french in high school, so I could speak a bit (although I sounded like a backwoods hillbilly with my Texan accent).