So I’m sitting with a bunch of Americans right now, and I’m not talking about expats. I mean the real deal – Americans in the middle of Paris thinking how charming the city is but how happy they are to be going back to the States soon.
You know, the ones who wear pajamas in public, passport holders around their necks, and drink cheap alcohol. They carry too much in their hands, talk loudly, and think English is more universal than it is.
They are the type of people that the French loathe, but they’re familiar folk and I’m smiling just the same.