Visiting Americans, particularly those from New York City, are made to feel instantly at home in Paris. Just like members of the family, they are snarled at by French cab drivers, roared at by French traffic cops, sneered at by hotel clerks, ignored by public servants, cursed by motorists and contemned by streetwalkers and beggars. With cocked brow and curling lip, the casual metropolitan Frenchman seems to regard most alien bewilderment as stupidity, any request as unreasonable, and all tips too small. For the visitor, the chief comfort to be derived from this situation is that Frenchmen seem to treat one...
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