After shooting the early morning metro accordion player a death stare, pushing through a group of French preteens on a field trip, yelling at a Spanish lady meandering in front of the ticket machines to get out of the (flipping) way and finally conquering the entry line to Louis’ spectacular golden palace:
“WE ARE SO WINNING THE (FLIPPING) AMAZING RACE RIGHT NOW!”
God I’m a good tour guide.
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Unlikely Diplomat 
Sounds like you’ve got the French etiquette thing nailed down.
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