(Paris) Ah, the enchantment –– the boulevards, the catacombs, the long lines of tourists, the little dogs and the charming messes they leave on the pavement. I'm here in The City of Light wearing my red-white-and-blue monster truck cap with the words "American Debt Crisis Observer" embroidered on it. In the sidewalk cafes I notice the French people shying away from me, due, obviously, to their deep embarrassment over the crisis and their inability to speak perfect English. I assure them that even though I'm visiting from the country most loved by God I'm not here to pass judgement.
Screw the Euro debt crisis, start writing about what you're eating there!!!!
Good idea. But it's better to cross the street and to imagine you are in France, no need to pay an airline ticket.