Answer:
In Paris but not in France the thinnest of its siblings.
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
What can be drawn but never taken?
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.