I don’t remember when I was in Paris for the first time; what I remember is that back then (and for many years later on) at the top of my “to-do-in-Paris” list there was a merry-go-round near the Tour Eiffel (and each time we go in Paris my parents can’t help but telling me again the story of when we almost lost an airplane after spending the whole day on it).
When I introduced my former neighbour to a friend I witnessed a weird reaction which became my mental association by default to the Italian region Valle d’Aosta. They’ve just shaken their hands as my friend asked:
“And where are you from?”
“I am from Valle d’Aosta” my former neighbour replied
“VALLE D’AOSTA?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?” she shouted in disbelief, visibly frowning of confusion because for her it was impossible that actual people were actually coming from there (or that the Valle d’Aosta region actually existed in the first place).
It has been hilarious, and no, it hasn’t been “politically correct” at all!