Bonjour from Paris

Sorry I haven't been blogging, but the last month was really busy with book signings, lectures, etc.
Now I'm back in my favorite place in the whole wide world, Paris!
The Cafe de Flore, on the Boulevard Saint Germain in the 6th arrondissement, just call it "the Flore," is still the place to see and be seen. Last eveniing, the cafe buzz came to a hush when Bernard-Henri Levy, the French philosopher, swept in. More of a rock star than a sage, he went straight upstairs to the quiet premier etage (second floor) dining room for a rendez vous with...sorry, can't be indiscreet.
The fashion is edgier this year while I still can't understand how the French women manage to stay thin when you see them all over doing nothing but eating. I'm sorry. I read the book, French Women Don't get Fat which said they don't snack between meals. Oh really? They're nibbling the end of baguettes in their shopping bags as you pass by them, they're in restaurants scarfing down frites while gulping wine, they're licking luscious lips after sharing a creme brulee and a kiss with their lover over a cafe table. I don't get it!
By the way. What other country on earth has a category of profession called Philosopher?

The French--you gotta love 'em!