an american in paris

I happily played tourist in Paris. I was a walking cliche - I wore stripes, I tried on a beret and embraced my tourist role by proudly wearing flip flops and butchering the french language each and every time I opened my mouth.  Normally this would be a huge source of embarrassment but I was so in travel bliss that it didn't even phase me when I would say words in Spanish or completely mispronounce the simplest of orders - nothing could damper the high I was on, I was an American in Paris - jeans, backpack and all.