Paris is a strange city, come spring time. In winter, I used to drop my son off at school in the morning, then cycle down to Notre Dame and the Louvre, riding along the Seine and stopping in random cafes on side streets as the days passed.
I thought it was a really nice city. And it is. I have great memories of it. But timing is everything. Spring hit, and suddenly I realized what all of the locals had been talking to me about. It's weird to see it happen. Nice, quiet cafes suddenly overloaded with rude tourists, long lines in art galleries, nowhere to ride a bike along favourite paths...
I can understand the stereotype Parisian attitude.
Friendly as can be in the winter, but come spring, you're just another asshole clogging up their good time.
Winter may be a little chilly and sometimes wet, but if you want to really get to know the place, that's the time to go. It functions like a real city in that time, before it becomes a carnival and everyone stuck there gets grumpy.
Didn't see any pipe smokers when I was there. They sold plenty of the tobacco, so some pipers must be around, but cigarettes were the mode at the time.