It's actually funny.
My old man, who was not French - he was German, growing up there until age 12 (and a harrowing escape) and then in the States - he absolutely LOVED France. He was, for one day, part of the liberation of Paris. His unit was hustled forward, they had more-important things to do than chase French girls.
He always wanted to return, and thirty years later, 1975, he did. He arranged a one-year international assignment in Paris - his employer was working with a French state-owned company putting up a petrochemical plant. He was to be the American advisor.
And he probably had the best time of his life. Twice a week he'd write 20-page letters home - that was when transatlantic phone calls were horrifically expensive - and describe all aspects of life. Well, most aspects. Everything from the French gendarmeries, who would be at the hotel every evening, recording the passports of foreign guests, to his delight at learning rudimentary French, and having conversations with shopkeepers, news boys, his hotel maids, people on the street.
They didn't mind that he spoke crude French. He was fluent in German, and many of them were...they were honored at his attempts, and they often politely corrected him in German or English.
Seems, they'd tired of the Ugly American, but when someone actually made the attempt to fit in, it delighted them.
But he'd also wander the markets and grocery superstores. And talk to the customers, not all of them, women. Ask them, politely, about how much this, or that, might be out of the budget. Or out of the average person's budget.
He was led to believe that the average working person would spend about 40-50 percent of income on food. It was that dear. There were plenty of cafes; including for lesser-income people (not so much "working people") but many couldn't really afford it, just enjoying a cup of coffee or glass of wine and the company.
So. We move ahead 50 years, and now the French can afford processed carbs and belly-wash, just like Ugly Americans.
And now things are getting tight, and they're not emotionally prepared to handle it.