France, and the French, was something I looked upon with suspicion since a child. Much like many places, foods and people I looked down at, listening to the masses’ opinions and experiences. “The French are a rude race of people”, “They eat weird stuff like frogs legs” or “They refuse to speak English”. It probably had something to do with the well-publicised fact the British and French rarely get along and there is a long history of distaste between the two. Spurred on by recommendations and being in London for my honeymoon my wife Carolina and I booked a day-trip to Paris.