I had a nice long reply typed out. Then something happened to it. Anyway.
Parts of Paris are delightful. Parts are icky. IMHO if you want to see the cool stuff go to cathedrals or live in the French countryside (this is my preference) or take day trips to do both.
When I went to France I lived in the house in which my grandmother grew up during the 10s, 20s and 30s. 40 acres of grass, 40 cows and the servant family her family had when she was young sorta still live there. Oh, the stories . . . smuggling Jewish people around, IIRC, so they could hide from Germans (this is in Normandy) in a cave. Trying to smuggle ivory to the states by gluing it together to make a cube, then covering that in plastic to try to sneak it past customs . . . a rock quarry at one point was within walking distance . . . my father and his nephew once walked to it and lost their way back. A stream not two hundred feet from the house and another family living (sort of) across the street from us. Semi-ruins of old buildings. My great-grandfather had painted with Monet for several years, so in the “backyard” of the house were a few shallow pools with some plants and slugs around. Truly beautiful, except for the few parts German soldiers had broken up when they occupied the house, but that’s another story that’s been covered in another thread.
We walked to a market one day . . . probably the better part of five miles of the walk was through forest in a path probably made by residents before they had cars. Going to markets and seeing how food is before it gets processed and cleaned and such . . . and smelling the stuff. Going to a patisserie and boulangerie . . . I much prefered the specialty stores to the supermarket we found. Granted the prices weren’t as good, but you cannot buy a conversation with a French person about whatever the hell you’re talking about.
I don’t mean to suggest this is “the French experience” but when I go to a country I try to live as much as they do as I can, short of getting a job. That’s just my preference. I think a lot of people would agree that living simply, in a cottage or something (perhaps with an internet connection, perhaps without) and going to a market for food would be more fun than living in a hotel and going out to eat. A lot of people would disagree.
If Monet’s house hadn’t been converted into a museum, it would have been absolutely delightful. It was still lovely, but as my grandmother had been in the house when she was younger and had gone back when it was a museum, it had lost its spirit. I could feel it.
See, if you know where to go . . . Sorry, got lost in a memory.
If you go to a country expecting the residents to be assholes . . . why even bother going? Let those of us who plan to have a good time go. Go somewhere in the US where you don’t have to learn another language (which I actually prefer to English in terms of the beauty of it, though I don’t know it as well).