Walking to Rue Cler with our wheeled cart one morning, we passed a restaurant where the day's produce deliveries had been made and were stacked along the sidewalk. Potatoes, beans, leeks, onions, turnips and other vegetables were neatly piled outside the restaurant door.
"They wouldn't stay there long back home," we remarked. "They'd be gone in minutes."
It may be true that Parisians do not say bonjour to strangers on the street, as Americans might. But they have a sense of civility.