Who is a French?

I had been living in a friend's place for two weeks in Paris. It's interesting whenever I talked to his parents, who were born in China, I felt like being back to familiar China. I was sorrounded by smell of Chinese food, songs of Teresa Teng, and moral teachings from Confusianism. But at the next moment I chatted with his sublings in English (coz I speak "au pea" French and they speak "au pea" Chinese) and we drank and laughed like carzy.
On Sunday night we all attended his consin's wedding. We had tradtional luxuious banguet dishes like shark fins and sea cucumbers. We also have a hostess and a band to entertain the guests with old songs in the 60-70s, while I guess I was the only one there who could sing along with among young people below 30.
And I was the only one who was not a French. I came as a tourist, though at the point I was so sick of being one that I felt partly relieved for being identified with the community. Yes, I mean "the middle-aged and above" community there...