In Paris, the newspapers that are sold still come from kiosks along with magazines, maps, postcards, gum and mints, and the occasional trinket.
In Paris, I only bought the newspaper once a week, Le Figaro on Wednesdays for the Figaroscope entertainment inserts. Otherwise, I made do with the free papers they gave away in the metro and as a consequence, I didn't have a personal relationship with the kiosk operator. In DC, I am happy to find my newspaper on the front lawn every morning. As for the fellow who throws it from his car window into my yard, he's usually long gone by the time I open my front door.