Gail and I just returned from a week in France; half the time being spent in Carcassonne the other half in my favorite of all cities, Paris.
Throughout this trip I was surprised, again, at how friendly and warm the people were; especially considering that we were Americans, speaking very little broken French at best. Everywhere we went, whether it be the cafes, asking for directions on the street or for help in the train stations, the French people generally speaking, could not have been any more helpful. They were nice, happy, funny, silly and even flirty at times.
I have decided that the generalization that the French don’t like Americans is just that, a generalization.
I don’t know what they think of us politically, and frankly I don’t care. I am not a politician.
I can’t say what they think of us generally, though I can speculate. Again I don’t care. I am one person, singular, I’m not a country nor do I wish to represent one, though I did my best to dispel the “Ugly American” stigma. I am a tourist, someone who loves to travel and experience other countries, cultures & cuisines. I travel with a camera hanging from my neck at all times except meal times, in which case the camera is waiting at my side. I like to meet new people and learn what I can of new languages and histories. I’m a traveler with an open mind who likes to experience things for myself.
I believe that we have everything to do with how people respond to us and I happen to think that the French are surprisingly funny and very warm. All of them? Of course not. All of us? I think not. I do think that we should stay away from generalizations and create our own experiences without prejudice.
I went into France without any preconceived notion that they wouldn’t like me just because I am an American. I took with me the attitude that if I try to communicate with them in their language and smile a lot, then maybe they would want to communicate with me, and they did. I didn’t expect them to speak English, though with my English-French dictionary in hand I secretly hoped that they would, following my attempts to speak theirs, and they did.
A bit of effort and a warm smile goes a long way in any language and the people who could speak English were perfectly
happy to. They didn’t hold a grudge that they were speaking my language and I wasn’t speaking theirs. I knew I wasn’t pronouncing their words correctly but I tried not to care. I had a few well rehearsed French sentences prepared to display my good intentions. As much as I would like to fluently speak the languages of different countries, it’s not possible, so I do what I can.
Every time I opened my mouth to speak French I was sure it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to them, and that’s where the sheepishly warm smile came in. I did my best not to let how awful I must have sounded get in the way of trying. I pushed back the lingering comments I have heard before, from Americans, about how the French treat “us”. I kept an open mind. I expected the best and that’s exactly what I got.
As we sat at the hotel restaurant very early on our first morning in Paris; we were served by a waitress who did not speak one word of English…so I dug for the dictionary thinking this will not be a problem. I admit that I was eavesdropping on the table of four Texans next to us, as they tried to communicate with the waitress in English. She didn’t understand what they were saying, yet they kept repeating the English words to her, as if they expected her to suddenly understand. Then I heard one of the gentleman say to her with a hint of surprise in his slow deep southern drawl, “You don’t speak any English at all?” I held back a cringe and wondered how his travels were going. I wondered how the French were responding to his expectations of English, in France.
I wonder what stories of the French people he took home to tell.
My experiences are not yours and yours are not mine. But I encourage travelers to keep an open mind and have a translation dictionary on hand. I am convinced that it will be the difference between a good vacation and the magical moments that make up an incredible and memorable experience.
Stay tuned for more moments in France….