We Are All French

The Eiffel Tower in early morning fog.

Although I’m still stuck in India, my wandering spirit took me to Paris this past week. And, while I have every intention of telling you about the food and the places and the experiences I had, recent events have shifted my focus to the people. I’ve heard the rumors that the last thing you want to be is an American in Paris. I’ve heard that the French are soured on Americans and treat them thusly. Much though I’ve heard those rumors, I’ve never had that experience.

I’ve made friends in cafés, in queues and on street corners. I’ve found people who are genuinely proud of their culture and excited to share it. I’ve found people who haven’t forgotten that America’s beginning was reminiscent of France’s revolution; that we have always been friends and partners in the quest for freedom, even while disagreeing about the best way to achieve that lofty goal.

My parents enjoying a cafe in Montmartre.

This past week, America celebrated Veteran’s Day as we do each fall. I however, was in Paris for that patriotic holiday and had the unique perspective of seeing France celebrate veterans as well. While Americans take time out to celebrate all heroes, France uniquely remembers November 11^th as the end of the First World War. What’s more, I came to this realization when the proprietor of a café took a moment to chat with his foreign guests and shared this fact in almost the same breath with his love of American muscle cars.

I watched as he and my dad debated the relative merits of the ‘66 versus the ‘68 Corvette and then smoothly transitioned into an exaltation of the French and American soldiers who had gained a victory together.

“It’s a holiday tomorrow.  Victory of the First World War; you were there too!”

‘”We were there!” my dad smiled, proud of his service and his father’s service and his country’s service.

The Paris skyline from the Seine.

I am now, more than ever, so proud of our French friendships. They are a people who are infinitely compassionate and kind. I’ve always felt immediately at home and welcomed by them. I’ve been blessed to have the French welcome me into their lives, introduce me to their families, share their secret spots and their exalted dreams.

I am so thankful for those experiences. I look forward to more friendships in the future and for now, in the wake of the horrendous attacks, will be comforted by the thought that, as We Were All Americans on September 11^th, today, We Are All French.