As much as the French and the Americans may love to insult each other (we’re fat, they hate to work, etc.) I believe that deep down, we each secretly harbor a deep appreciation for one another’s culture.
My first-ever trip to France was at the age of 14, when I decided that come hell or high water, Paris was going to be my home. I recall the smell of the boulangerie as I walked by. A country with shops smelling like that, is exactly the country I need to call home.