a trade-off of cultures

after wandering around the musees de publicite, de la mode, and des arts decoratifs, i felt as though i was going to collapse from hunger. i had only spent about two hours looking at various exhibits, but my tummy was rumbling and i couldn't care less about looking at any more art deco or art nouveau furniture. (the advertising museum part was the real reason i went - but that was just a tiny section of a floor, neat though) i left the louvre area and walked towards st. honore. i found a boulangerie, pick up a sandwich and a tarte, and made my way towards les halles. as i sat on a bench, manger-ing my sandwich, three jeunes sat down on a bench near mine. they were clearly french. but they were carrying two pizza hutt boxes and a liter of soda. now, i am not saying that french can not eat pizza hutt. i just found it entertaining that i was sitting there, eating my crudite and chevre sandwich, with a tarte ready and waiting for dessert, while they were eating pizza. american pizza. i wonder if it was a treat for them, just the way a crepe or big chocolatey pastry would be for me. that's fine, just as long as they don't start thinking that mcdonalds and kfc are gourmet.