My first-ever trip to France was at the age of 14, when I decided that come hell or high water, Paris was going to be my home. I recall the smell of the boulangerie as I walked by. A country with shops smelling like that, is exactly the country I need to call home.
...the French tradition of 'faire les bisous' (or air-kissing on either side of the face) is alive and well. The French are not huggers or hand-shakers, they are air-kissers. I'm still always a bit shocked when I see two young macho French guys greet each other with les bisous.