Charles Murray goes after the stereotype that the French are rude:
First, a taxi driver points out that it’s a long way around to get to Gare du Nord, and there’s a Metro stop right next to me that will get me there much quicker and cheaper. I forget to retrieve my Metro ticket after going through the turnstile (you need it to get out of the station). A woman chases after me to give it to me. On the train, I look confused about where to get off, and another woman asks if I need directions. At the Gare du Nord, a very confusing place, still another woman patiently gives me thorough directions. I head off, go down an escalator, am looking around for the not-at-all-obvious sign to the airport train, and suddenly there she is again, apparently having decided I looked too stupid to be trusted to get there on my own. Good call. She walks me all the way to the platform.
I will brook no more dissent. Vive la France. Vive la Paris. And watch out if you start to go after the French in my presence.