I'm always amused by American stereotypes of the French, and the things they expect to find on a first visit to France. Visions of berets and baguettes, expectations of pastries and poodles. While you can count on straightforward (read: rude)...
Contrary to popular belief, I'm not French. Not a splash of that cheese-loving, surrender-monkey French blood in my body, yet I'm as Francophile as they come.
In case you were wondering why this German-Italian-Irish-Polish melting pot shunned her...