I feel like Speedy Gonzales

Since arriving in Paris I have spent most of my time walking. Walking up and down streets, gardens, and around places of interest. Note that I have not actually entered any places of interest other than gardens. One thing that I find funny is that here in Paris, I am an exceptionally fast walker. Those that know my walking style will find this difficult to believe. If asked to describe my mobility, I think I would say that for a man of my size, I am deceptively slow. Perhaps an example is warranted.

Earlier this year in Gainesville while walking by a group of big beautiful Nubian princesses, they turned toward me and one spoke to me in a deep southern drawl. She said, "You sure are the slowest white boy I have ever seen!" I replied with the best come hither smile I could generate, "My pace allows me the most time possible to gaze at beautiful women." (Well, something to that effect.) Predictably, her response can be best summarized as "Not a chance". In my defense, I was only walking at two-thirds my normal speed, but I think you can get the picture.

So I feel like Speedy Gonzales here in Paris because everyone else moves so slowly. I can understand the tourist since they do not seem to know where they want to go or how to get there if they did. What is up with the French? My first hypothesis is that they are attempting to conserve energy. Why you ask? To avoid having to eat the food.