I m reading a hilarious book at the moment called 'Le Dossier'. It's about a Parisian lady discussing her thoughts on living in London and 'the English' (note: I am Scottish, not English and therefore able to indulge in her extremely humorous observations without feeling insulted myself!)
"I sometimes go to the seasonal 'French Markets' just to look at the English Francophile, with his wicker basket, insisting on speaking in French to the stallholders, telling them about his house in the Dordogne, as if they care!"
Brilliant! Although I have to admit I am a bit of a Francophile, as described in this quote!!!