Saturday, April 28, 2012
The Last Blog (Tango) from Paris
For a brief time, the people of Paris allowed us to feel as if we actually lived here. Instead of living out of a hotel, we lived among the local Parisians, shopping with them at the grocery store, and passing by them on the streets and in the stairway every day. We know that we were really outsiders, but it did not always feel that way. The French are a very kind people, and they are pleasant and easy to interact with. During the American war of Independence, it was the French who came to our assistance. I can understand this. They seem so willing to help. So willing to accept strangers into their midst. There were a few times when this was not so: we had a few waiters who could be labeled as surly. There were a few times when French tourists were not easy to get along with. But if you've ever taken a vacation in New York City or Chicago, you know that this can happen. And it happened far less than if we had been in those cities. We have recently vacationed in both of those cities and I know of what I speak.