Often -- when I stood on the beach at Bidart, or sampled Calvados in the middle of an apple orchard in Normandy -- I ran out of power. The emotions caused my wiring to short out. This is what France will do. Confront you with the eternal so gently and so forcefully.
Without you, we'd have been cooked, which would have been almost as bad as driving over the edge of the Grand Canyon. On behalf of myself, my friend, her dog, and all foolish drivers, I belatedly thank you.
Don't get too drunk. It seems obvious, but you're in a foreign country, so you're a target for all types of crimes just by being a tourist; being drunk just multiplies that risk by like a 1,000 (not actual statistic).