An elegant, casual drinking culture
Sitting at a café with a nice carafe of wine -- nice cheap wine, at that -- is something I miss when I’m at a British pub. They’re just not the same. There’s a refinement, a sophistication, and a normalcy about drinking in Paris that I yearn for when I’m out in London watching people drink their faces off by 11PM. Points to Paris.
Being fiercely territorial about your neighborhood
Whether you identify with the Left or Right Bank, or whether you are a dedicated resident of the 4th or 10th or 6th arrondissement, you’re proud of that fact, and you stay local when possible. Each district acts as a little village, and you become friendly with your butcher, your baker, and your market vendors, even if you never learn their name. Basically the entire opening scene of Beauty and the Beast is an accurate portrayal of any Parisian neighborhood, and I miss those familiar interactions.