When I was in France, Cannes people were unironically not blinking at all. Like, none. Parking happened by driving until you hit the other car, every car had demolished bumpers and in the main streets there were three car repairers within like a hundred meters, all full.
If you ever wondered why French cars are deemed so unreliable: The French really are skewing the statistics.
That’s why I’m sticking with alpine/Austrian breakfast: Real bread (Google “Schwarzbrot”), real cereals (a mix of oats, dried fruits and nuts, with hot milk) or Sterz (a breakfast made from ground maize, couldn’t find a translation) with apples and raisins. Depends on how much time I have and what I’m doing on that day (before a long hike or a long day of skiing Sterz is the best).
You can stop it any time you like
But you can never leave