It’s like that
C'est comme ça.
My new friend Martin, who is German, tells me this is how you survive in Paris: it's like that. Whenever you run into something that seems specifically, inexplicably Parisian, that no amount of explaining can clarify (not that any will be offered), all you can do is throw up your hands and sigh c'est comme ça.
My other survival phrase: Ou sont les toilettes?
+ I have yet to meet anyone here who is actually from Paris. Maybe later this week.
+ My favorite French game comes courtesy of Rosecrans Baldwin.