Not So Lost in Translation

Living in France as an American who does not speak French is certainly a humbling experience. To compensate for the language difference, I have dressed modestly, lowered my volume, and developed a metro stare that Medusa would envy. But still, the Parisians can always tell that I am an American. There are differing opinions on how Parisians can identify us: our noses, how we look around with , our loudness, our tendency to wear tennis shoes and sweats, the way we walk, etc. I started off very concerned about