Well done is better than well said.

My two ever-lasting impressions of Paris:

The crisp, warm smell of bread

and

The mad, mad, mad traffic conditions

The pastries and bread in Paris, are just heavenly. Their enticing smells are never more than one or two streets away, as you stroll down the pavement.

Of course, if your legs can manage it, walking is far more preferable than braving the crazy, disorganized traffic mess that is Paris. You really need skills to drive and wind your way through the chaos of vehicles and blaring horns.