It’s not quite that. I like French people just fine but have zero interest in ever setting foot in Paris again; somehow Francophilia in my mind includes Paris-philia.
It’s sort of funny – my wife and are mooting out a trip to Normandy next fall to go to the landing grounds, etc. and also eat a lot of cheese – and when I tell people we’ll get no closer to Paris than the airport, some folks get it, but others want to have an argument with me about it.
I speak a tolerable amount of German and a few pleasantries in French (although, weirdly, I’ve been told my French accent is surprisingly good). Germans are thrilled when I can speak even a little bit and are very patient when I try. The folks outside of Paris were the same way – delighted that I at least started with a pleasant hello.
The folks in Paris, on the other hand, used my (very) limited French as an excuse to quickly find the limits of my French and then operate entirely outside of them.