Paris is an international city. After the US, France is known for having the highest number of immigrants of any other country. French is not the only Parisian language.
Example 1:
I was reading at Starbucks during the weekend, battling to finish a book early for class, when I was asked if I was being bothered. A man from the table which was basically connected to mine said something very quickly in French, and, after I stuttered in the process of understanding and responding, he asked where I was from. As it turns out, he and his three friends (three of them are students in their twenties) are not as French as I thought they were. One was French-raised Croatian, one German, one Franco-American born in Pasadena, and one Russian. They all spoke French. They all spoke English. We all had a lovely chat for an hour. The man who inquired as to whether or not I was being bothered speaks eight languages.
Example 2:
Last night some of my friends (French and American) got together in Montmartre. Between the eight of us, we could speak English, French, Arabic, Berber, another Algerian dialect whose name I cannot remember, Turkish, ASL, Spanish, Hausa, and Zarma.
I love people. I love languages. I love Paris.
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