Originally I must admit that I hated france, this may have been because of someone trying to steal my friends purse, and thus i was forced to knock out and have a frenchmen jailed within my first 2 hours of being in the country, but was more likely because I had to baby sit two very annoying and nervous country girls who were afraid of the big city having come from the middle of nowhere. After they left though I sincerely enjoyed myself, and must say I began to fall in love a little bit with the city, but no where near the extent of London or even Grand Rapids. The Louvre and Notre Dam were beautiful and I must say the eiffel tower was much bigger than I expected. Also I think I will always have fond memories of knocking a dirty Frenchmen to the ground and taking back what didn't belong to him, and thus I am proud to say that this is one American stereotype I am happy to fill. Love France, f*** the French.