But I have fallen in love with something in Paris that no one warned me about. Or if you are on the run, you can get a cheaper, yet equally delicious version served at crepe stands throughout the city. We are only one week into the trip and I am completely addicted. I've already become a regular customer at a crepe stand near the Hotel France Eiffel. This crepe stand is quite popular with the locals, and most of my interaction with Parisians has taken place while standing in line.
Students hang out at the end of the day's lectures and discuss plans for that evening's adventures.
But so far, the Parisian attitude has been the same as in any big city. The average Joe in Chicago probably reacts the same way to tourists as the average Pierre in Paris. And on the whole, the Parisians have been kind and helpful despite my often obvious American-ness. We had been particularly loud and obnoxious that evening. I tried to explain our behavior.