Originally posted by hawk220
Curval, I'm American, and I've been to Paris many times. I've found the French, even in Paris to be warm and hospitable people. So much more friendly than the East coast of the US. I never had problem getting directions or assistance. I butchered the French language, but they knew I was trying and that went a long way.
I've already written out my experiences there a few times.
I'll summarise:
Arrived to find host family not waiting to meet me as expected (I would NEVER not show up at the airport to meet someone staying at my house...NO MATTER WHAT. They simply just did not show...no sorry, no reason...just dickheads.)
Took a bus..had 3 changes to make..forgot the last one as the host spoke in a heavy French accent.
Took a cab from stop #2...who took me the scenic route, then stole the change from a 100 franc note. This was the first few hours after arriving. Welcome to Paris.
Rude waiters. Ridiculously expensive nightclubs..that SUCKED. Had one waiter tell my gf and I that we could NOT have another glass out of the bottle of wine we bought because there was only 15 minutes to closing...I could drink 3 bottles in 15 minutes. (She spoke fluent French).
Host family had an agreement whereby they would provide breakfast and dinner. Never saw one breakfast..they all had a big lunch out of the house...dinner consisted of a piece of ham and a tomato. (Very Simpson like..the Exchange student episode)
When I left the family in disgust I was told I was a typical rude American...they knew I lived in Bermuda, or should have. I did nothing to provoke that other than disagree with the head of the house that France had the finest military tradition in the world.
Bastille Day...forced to walk from the Eiffel Tower to the far end of the Latin Quarter because there were no cabs at 2.00am. (Actually there were lots..they just wouldn't stop!) Arrived at the hotel at 5.30am. The whole night we had been pelted by fireworks thrown directly at us by a bunch of toejamty little Parisian froggies.
I could go on and on.
When I eventually flew home the flight was one big party. It was full of Americans and Canadians who were glad a hell to be getting out of that hellhole.
Sorry..I HATE Paris.