which is a real screwed up tale of woe.
A tip from the old salt.
If you go to Paris do not try and dress like a Brit. They'll see through it in a heartbeat.
Instead, dress like an American cowboy.
Yup. A real, horse ridin' six-gun slingin' cattle ropin' American cowboy. Complete with a piggin' string or two in your back pocket.
While the rest of France is a pretty good place to visit, Paris isn't too hot.
The trick to dealing with Paris is to be a loose cannon keep 'em guessing.
Happy Birthday, US Marines!
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