First and foremost, Hinsdale Central High School did a much better job at preparing me for France than I thought. Lesson one: A little Franglais goes a long way. In fact, two statements made me friends, opened doors, and spread goodwill for all of America: “Je suis desolee, mais je ne parle pas Francais” and “Un autre pain au chocolat, s’il vous plait.” (Translation: “I’m sorry, but I don’t speak French” and “Another chocolate croissant, please.”) If you start any conversation by saying you don’t speak French, in French, you’re immediately given permission to speak Franglais, or English, desperate sign language, etc.
Museums, monuments, and centuries of history aside, here’s what I learned after my first week in Paris:
1) There’s nothing more natural than strolling with a two-foot-long baguette slung over your shoulder while smoking a cigarette.
2) If it’s cold, drink hot wine (vin chaud) – it’s like tea, but leaves you with a better personality and they sell it on the streets of Paris! I love it!
3) Doc Martens are back in a big way. Like, yellow patent leather high top Doc Martens. My sixth grade self feels so en vogue right now.
4) Staying on the right side of the Seine is embarassing. Rive gauche is where it is at.
5) Here in America, we’re raised to revile certain French historical figures (e.g., Marie Antoinette, Napoleon). Paris made me wish I was BFFs with both of them.
6) French do everything with style – and so do French homeless people. I walked past a particularly resourceful homeless woman who created a tent out of a tarp and a pole propped on the door handles of a shop on Rue Saint Honore. Of course, she waited until closing before setting up camp.
7) It’s impossible to get a hangover on French wine.
8) If you’re eating anything besides bread, chocolate, cheese, or ham (jambon), you’re wrong.
9) Only old ladies wear berets. And me.
10) There is always space in the cafes, and no such thing as waiting for a table: Instead, you will be stuffed in or sat (almost) on someone’s lap. I learned to take off my three coats (which by the way, worked out perfectly for my multi-climate travels) before being seated.
One final observation: Designer SARS masks are the hip new travel accessory in Asia. I kind of want one.