IDK try pointing out to a French person “I know nothing about France but why should that matter after all it is just France. It’s not an important place like America or The UK” they love it.
When I came to france, there were regular errors about my capital, brands etc from my home country (Sweden), which is okay, especially in the pre Internet times. But there were these arrogant people brushing it off like it doesn’t matter because it’s just some small country or whatever. My line with them was “no problem mate, we all do these kind if errors, like what’s the capital of France, Berlin, Paris, Madrid? Who cares!?”
That worked surprisingly well, I’m just baffled no one had a brain aneurysm. Some were so angry.
I remember from my pub roaming days in paris, stumbling upon a depressed US guy next to the opera. He told me that he had recently been promoted by his firm in bumfuck in some flyover state and that it was his first time out of the US.
And for some reason he thought everyone would be in awe of an actual US guy. Someone who actually had a car and electricity! But instead, nobody gave a fuck. So there he was, drowning his illusions in a pint.
Tell a qubecois they’re not real french and it gets hilarious. Took french lessons as an adult and our teacher was from quebec, it got weiiird. At least the flemish have their own thing and don’t give a shit.
I used to sell wine in retail and for the most part only at nationally recognized stores. My favorite thing to do with French people is talk all about the culture that didn’t invent wines but perfected them as I brought them over to the Italian sections
IDK try pointing out to a French person “I know nothing about France but why should that matter after all it is just France. It’s not an important place like America or The UK” they love it.
When I came to france, there were regular errors about my capital, brands etc from my home country (Sweden), which is okay, especially in the pre Internet times. But there were these arrogant people brushing it off like it doesn’t matter because it’s just some small country or whatever. My line with them was “no problem mate, we all do these kind if errors, like what’s the capital of France, Berlin, Paris, Madrid? Who cares!?”
That worked surprisingly well, I’m just baffled no one had a brain aneurysm. Some were so angry.
I remember from my pub roaming days in paris, stumbling upon a depressed US guy next to the opera. He told me that he had recently been promoted by his firm in bumfuck in some flyover state and that it was his first time out of the US.
And for some reason he thought everyone would be in awe of an actual US guy. Someone who actually had a car and electricity! But instead, nobody gave a fuck. So there he was, drowning his illusions in a pint.
By far my most surreal meeting in a bar.
Tell a qubecois they’re not real french and it gets hilarious. Took french lessons as an adult and our teacher was from quebec, it got weiiird. At least the flemish have their own thing and don’t give a shit.
Tabernak!
Québécois here. I have never understood when people tell me I am not French. I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.
Of course we’re not French, we haven’t been for centuries! We share a language and an ancestry.
I think most Québécois would agree with me that your statement is just confusing. You’re just stating something like we’re not aware of it.
I used to sell wine in retail and for the most part only at nationally recognized stores. My favorite thing to do with French people is talk all about the culture that didn’t invent wines but perfected them as I brought them over to the Italian sections
you magnificent bastard.