On Sat, 25 Jun 2005 22:45:03 GMT, "Dieter Aaaa" Dieter
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waggg wrote:
http://www.jack-travel.com/Paris/Par..._Parisians.htm

Paris-Parisians-Les Parisiens

Who are the Parisians? Are they the prostitutes in leather mini
skirts on rue St.Denis, the"clochard" sleeping off a bottle of red
wine in the Metro, the society hostess in Chanel, the yuppie
stockbroker weaving home from the Bourse on his scooter, the children
from the Opera Ballet school affectionately know as "les petits
rats", the au pairs hiding from their mothers in the city's American
bars, the Algerian greengrocer or the Portuguese concierge, the
stately African chief from Sierra Leone, the law student from La
Sorbonne and the old lady in the in her bedroom slippers feeding the
pigeons. People are what lend any city its vibrancy and Paris is no
exception. Stripped of its human population, Paris would be no more
than a collection of buildings and monuments, architecturally
beautiful maybe, but a sad, cold place nonetheless.
John Steinbeck once wrote: "No other city in the world has been better
loved or more celebrated. Scarcely has the traveller arrived that he
feels himself in the grip of this city, which is more than a city. A
great part of the allure of Paris lies with the Parisians themselves,
with their charm, their individualism, their diversity."
For the 23 millions who visit it each year, Paris is a grand
seductress, a mistress or a lover. Hundreds of thousands of people
are carrying on an illicit affair with her. Some manage a quick
fling, others the love affair endures a lifetime. But some visitors
and Parisians have their favourite stereotypical types whom they love
to hate, from the haughty, patronising shop assistant too busy
adjusting her lipstick to give the customers the time of day, who
refuses to let you enter his cab because are not heading in "his"
direction, and to the indifferent bureaucrat who keeps you waiting
for three hours only to inform you that you lack a vital document
(usually your electricity bill :-)) without which he is unable to
help you. But this happens in all major cities all over the world.
Recent campaigns in the French press exhorted Parisians to good
behaviour and deplored the sometimes-unfriendly welcome, which is
become rather rare lately. Parisians are no longer under any
illusions. Only 38 percent consider themselves kind, while almost
unanimous 92 percent admit they are under stress. 82 percent also own
up, with more than a touch of Gallic pride, to being
"individualistes", a description which anyone who has had more than a
passing acquaintance with the city may suspect of doubling as a
convenient excuse for a multitude of sins of the "me first" variety.
And yet, the American author Arthur Miller, who spent many years in
the capital and was better placed than most to make and objective
judgment, stated that he had more respect for the French "than any
other nationality on the face of the earth." While conceding that
"the French may not be the jolliest, happiest or the easiest people
to get along with, a Frenchman makes the best kind of friend. Though
he may be difficult to get to know, once he lets you into his life
he'll be your friend forever.


God save me from that kind of friends !

.... Let's try to understand. You flee veritable friendship to research
superficial ones ? Did I understand ?

Syphilis, sive Morbvs Gallicvs (Syphilis, or the French Disease)
is the title of a Latin epic poem written by
Girolamo Fracastoro or Hieronymus Fracastorius, (1483-1553).
It is the first known reference to this important French contribution to
civilization.
While Islam is the cancer of the world, France is definitely its syphilis.
http://www.****france.com/index.html

http://nationaljournal.com/about/njw...03/1107nj1.htm

The French Were Right
By Paul Starobin, National Journal
© National Journal Group Inc.
Friday, Nov. 7, 2003