It’s evidently less Japanese all of a sudden, but California rolls are definitely more to my taste — of course: you couldn’t tell the difference if there weren’t any fish at all inside. So not only is sushi a groundless craze, but Americans, who are responsible for that, eat sushi that doesn’t taste like sushi.

When I saw there was a Franprix right down my street (whereas the Monoprix is farther) I was a bit scared, traumatized by the Franprix where I lived, which was populated by “Leader Price” discount products. When I saw it was a Franprix with a delicatessen aisle, because, hey, this is Paris, I figured it might be alright. When I went to check out… I don’t know which I want to kill more, the tellers or clients. Why do all Paris supermarkets have insufferable tellers? Is the pay worse than at McDonald’s?

And other stuff I don’t have time to translate and it’s not really interesting anyway.