Today I wrap up 6 days in France. Much of the time has been spent interacting with the people here. Some of those interactions have been while walking the streets of Paris and Grenoble. Others have been in church events.
What I've discovered here is that some of my presuppositions about them have been colored by others' judgments. Now that I've met many and seen them up close and personal I have come to the simple conclusion that people in France are much the same as people anywhere else I've been, including in my own back yard.
I will say this for them: their food rocks. My favorite new French word is "patiserrie".
(Too bad their football team has had such issues. I'm told they are an embarrassment to the people they represent.)