Paris
Oh, Paris, my beloved.
City of love, of lights, of beauty. The place where even street cleaners have art degrees.
What's there to know? People here are happy, they're literate, and the French "identity" is as malleable as a piece of dough - it's the spirit and the intention that's the yeast to make it grow...
-# sorry, I guess you Edgerunners aren't familiar with Nomad jargon. you've never felt the warm smell of a freshly-baked loaf of bread...
But the French are proud.
They'll quickly identify whoever tries to skim off the top with a skillchip for Culture & Language. Because when you always reinvent yourself, its difficult to keep up with all of the changes.
A few select people dictate what culture is at any point. These people change by season, by month, by influence, but its always a few circles of well-meaning intellectuals.
A few pieces of advice: don't speak anything but French, don't wear clothes or rack weapons that aren't French. They're dramatic and they know how to just "ignore" those who they deem foreigners.
Watch out for fashion gangs (yes, there are idiots who will stab you for how you dress), don't open carry (unless its the newest model of *SmartMusket by féroce *) and have a good time. The French, if nothing else, are a bunch of relaxed sons of bitches that sit all day, basking in the sun, eating their breadsticks and drinking their wine.
