Guest post: When I was a French professor at a US university, I used to get questions all the time about what the French are really like. Some were great questions about dating, eating, vacations. Others were...well, they raised my doubt about the saying "There are no stupid questions..."
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.