So Will and I are walking up the street one morning, having what can only be described as idle talk. In a good way of course. I can't think of many people I'd rather have idle talk with.
And we talk about the little cafe on the corner where we have our morning coffees. Which is a pretty unremarkable cafe, probably made special by the fact that it is so unremarkable in a city where every cafe is remarkable in some way.
And then this French lady walks towards us, says hi to me and hello to Will and goes on asking what our plans are for the day and how happy she is, having a day off and that kinda stuff.
You guessed it. The lady from the cafe.
I'm not sure if there were byebye kisses or not (probably there were) but I think Will fell in love. Just a tiny bit. And maybe me too.
The French have somehow managed to earn a reputation for being nasty, arrogant and unfriendly to tourists. And to that I have to say no, no and no.
I can't really think of a single person I came across in France that was anything other than lovely and full of smiles and sunshine.
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My sentiments exactly! Never met. saw, heard of, etc, a Frenchie that came even remotely to the stereotype. I did have a North American very literally shove a map in my face mid stride and state: "We're going to the Saint's Chapel.." then waited for a reply, which i said in a very aussie accent "that's great mate" and went on my way - but could hear them say something along the lines of "how rude was he.."
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