My wife suggested we go to a Latin mass in Paris, and we (in our 30s) were some of the oldest congregants there. Everyone was oddly handsome and there was lots of Barbour. The vibe was unfriendly on the whole; they knew we didn't belong and wanted us to know. Even the homily was markedly martial, with references to historical victories over Islam. I know France has its problems, but it still seemed like such a strange thing for the kids to be into.