Oh the Irony

We just got back from Paris* yesterday.  I'd been worried about my lack of French language skills, buying into the "Parisians hate people who can't speak French" idea.  (I even had the ladyfriend look up how to say, "Please don't hate me" in French.)  In actuality, it was fine.  I know a few words in French, and people didn't seem unhappy to speak English when those few words ran out.

So where's the irony?  The cabdriver who took us from the airport back to our flat mocked my German.  Maybe I should've stayed in Paris.

*full post about Paris with photos should be up tomorrow.