The lovely French

The Pokergirl just got home from a trip to Paris. It is a hike to get to Paris, but certainly worth it. I always resisted going to Paris. I'd heard all the stories of the French being rude and acting unfriendly to tourists. I can honestly say, that with just a teensy effort to speak French to them, I was treated as if I was the most important person on earth. If you smile genuinely, they will bend over backwards to help you. Despite lurid tales of gypsy thieves, only our uncle almost got pick pocketed. Some gypsy children surrounded the nieces and nephew and scared them a bit, but I don't think they were in real danger. Those were the only untoward things. The rest of it was great! The streets were so wide and the light was everywhere. No skyscrapers to suck the light from the pavement. I could have stayed in Paris for weeks. The French are lovely. And NO ONE is fat. You could spot the Germans and Americans by their weight and size in general. The French children, at least the ones in Paris, were all petite. It was quite a shock to get on the flight back to Seattle and see what all our processed carbs have done to our population. But I would suggest you go to Paris and have a great time. And thanks to the French for their help in establishing our independence on this, our fourth of July.