Disclaimer: I thought I posted this months ago
I really do love French people, they just take awhile to get used. They are hard to open up, but once you're accepted it's great. I
love that they eat 5 course meals like it ain't no thing. I love how
they sit at outdoor cafés, sipping bitter espresso and chain smoking
cigarettes. Actually, I don't really like the cigarette part, but it is
clearly an integral part of them. I love that their food isn't all
high-fructose corn syrup and processed yet and that they take pride in
the fine and somewhat hedonistic things in life, food wine art, love. I
love that they take pride in knowledge and intelligence, and don't
condone and cater to stupidity and ignorance. Although that is
changing. The fucking McDonald's effect. I love their language and I
love that I understand it. I hate that I struggle to speak it. I love
their fucking Eiffel Tower, what the fuck is that?! I love that they
take the time to enjoy living. Work does not define them and does not
rule their lives, living does. I am clearly generalizing, but how else
am I supposed to express the differences?
Someone once told me that French people are like coconuts and
Americans are like peaches. That makes the French hard on the outside, but soft in the
center. I concur.
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