In my defence for all things idiotic

I am a patriot. I am a patriot for whichever country comes to my aid in times of distress. And if that country happens to be France while we're away, then fine, I'm French by marriage. As you can see, I brought our little (petit) French flag along for the holiday. My strategy? If, by chance, we happen to: 1) do anything really stupid: 2) look like total imbeciles; or 3) look totally inappropriately dressed, then I shut up! I say nothing, look totally astounded and let Monsieur do all the talking. That way, hopefully we will be mistaken for European tourists and we should be totally forgiven for any indiscretions we may foolishly commit.