While eating breakfast with a friend at a restaurant known as La Manufacture, I noticed several locals sitting at a table in the restaurant drinking wine. Normally, this would not be cause for alarm, but at 10:30 in the morning, it certainly seemed shocking to me. Despite my surprise, no one else in the restaurant seemed to find the action shocking in the least. As I am packing to leave Paris, I find it amusing that some aspects of French behavior still seem very foreign to me. At home, no one would dare order wine until at least noon, but the French seem to live by a different part of rules. Wine is such an intrinsic part of the culture here that wine for breakfast, while somewhat unusual, is not incredibly shocking. For these women, the wine seems to function as a necessary component to their Sunday get-together, and for the French–ce n’est pas un problème.