A completely new essay on Paris from a male perspective, depicting the joys and sorrows of a manga boy living in Paris.

Why is it so hard for Japanese people to say the biz (the French greeting where they put their cheeks together)? Why does sushi restaurants in Paris have soy sauce with sugar? Why are Parisian women so quick to get angry? I heard it's rude to call her mademoiselle (young lady), but I still get scolded if I call her madam (sigh). Is it true that police officers in Paris pick up women they encounter during routine questioning? Why don't Parisians mind if the inside of a room is completely visible through the window? Are Morning Musume fans lolicons in Paris? Why do Parisian otaku adore onigiri? What happens if you fall in love with a beautiful Parisian woman who draws poop manga?

You can also read plenty of stories about Parisian manga artists, doujinshi, and otaku!!!