Do the French Really Dislike Us?

Patty and Rena, out neighbor at home, at our favorite restaurant in Paris.
New Year's day dinner at Thoumieux.
We prepared dinner at our Marriott time share nightly. Notice our mini wine tasting. It turned into a maxi.
Our timeshare was was situated in the countryside...


We just returned from a week in Paris and another at our Timeshare next to EuroDisney. We had a New Year's Eve cocktail at the Hotel de Crillon: couldn't afford the 800-1400 Euro cost per person for the dinner. Instead, went to the Eiffel Tower and had dinner at a bistro nearby. Without exception, the people were gracious, kind, helpful, and friendly. It helped that we made rudimentary attempts at the basics of conversational french. I think they felt sorry for us. But with sign language, broken English and French, we communicated well. The highs were the brightly lit trees along the Champs d' Elysee, the local bread shops, the intimate cafes, the people we met, and of course, the beauty of the French culture/landmarks/sights/cuisine/countryside. Oh, I forgot. On the curving path up to the Basilique du Sacre Coeur, I wanted to take a photo of an old guy feeding the pidgeons, and he was really incensed. He got up and was ready to chase me down (or up ?) the hill. I ran and threw Patty in front of him. He wouldn't hit a woman, would he?