Lost!

Laneless roads, police on rollerblades, schoolgirls in 6 inch heels, snails, frogs, and everywhere cigarettes. I can now see that the many stereotypes of the French are neither false nor exaggerated.
Within an hour of arriving in Paris I had already eaten a pain au chocolat, exchanged numerous double-kisses with complete strangers and experienced the fearless drivers of Paris who seem to live by... no rules whatsoever. I have nearly been run over several times, mostly because I forget the traffic moves in the opposite direction to Australia, also partly because at all the lights there is a zebra crossing and I automatically think I have right of way, perhaps right of way to death!
The two girls I am looking after are incredibly cute, a bit shy and speak french a million miles a second. They have very little english thus our conversations mainly consist of me asking a simple question in french and then nodding at an answer I understand little of. I hold onto the hope that it can only get better.
The day I arrived there was a small fete in the area where I live. Here I discovered that the worry of gaining weight seems not to exist in France as everyone eats copious amounts of cakes and bread yet obesity is nowhere to be seen. It also came to my attention that a hand must always be free for the ubiquitous cigarette, the other is for the stroller or toddler's hand, quelle horreur!
The past two days I have spent getting lost. Where? I have no idea, my solution to finding my way home is to jump on the metro and catch as many lines as need be to get to where I need, thank god for my monthly metro pass!! Tomorrow there is no school so I will be with one of the girls all day, hopefully she will prove more helpful than my map when we go out!
That's all for now,
Au Revoir.