French Man Describes Thing

Paris, France - While on vacation for their 10 year anniversary in France, Joyce and Joey Williamson of Tomah, Wisconsin decided to go to the most romantic place on Earth, Paris, France.  Joyce spent months on her dial-up internet researching the "sights" of Paris as she assembled an itinerary that they both would love and remember.  Joey even made an extremely rare trip to the library to, as he puts it, "rent a book on France."  It was when leafing through the pages of the book that he realized that the famous Mona Lisa painting he had seen in school was in Paris in a museum of sorts.  He told Joyce that he would like to check that out, if they had time.
Joyce had done her homework and also had discovered the location of the painting as well as some highly recommended restaurants in her searches on American Online's homepage.  It was at one of these restaurants that a life-changing event for the Williamson's occurred.
The trip was planned.  The longer than expected plane ride (With embarrassing seatbelt extensions) was over and the Williamsons were battling jetlag as they began to enjoy their sandwiches at a recommended restaurant that Joyce had found.  It was in a residential part of the city that wasn't well-traveled, yet got high marks.  Due to the time of day, the Williamsons were the only customers dining there that afternoon.  It was nearly halfway through their dinning experience that a man ran up to their outdoor table.
The Williamsons both noticed him at roughly the same time as he ran directly toward them shouting

something in French.
"(French.)"  The man yelled as he rapidly approached the Williamson's tiny outdoor table.
The couple looked briefly at each other and quietly asked if they understood a word of what this tiny man was saying.
The man continued yelling as he grew nearer.  "(French.)"  The Williamsons cracked a smile at the animated little man who was trying to tell them something.  Their first instinct was to talk back to him in an French accident.
"Vat iz it dat you want?"  Asked Joey. 
The man briefly looked puzzled until he quickly went back to his rant.  "(French.)"  The lazy Americans tried to hide their smile at his weird sounds once again as Joyce began to fish through her purse for her 3 year old camera.  While the tape on the digital Kodak would suggest that it had seen better days, it did still work as she snapped a few photos of the man.

"These are going into our scrap book" she thought as she tried to pick up on a few of his words to use in the word bubble she would put over his head.
The tiny man grew more irate as the photos were snapped.  "(FRENCH!)"
They couldn't hold it in anymore.  The size of the man combined with the intensity of his strange words caused Joey to lose it and then Joyce had to join in.  When they caught their breaths, Joey muscled up the strength to leave his chair and become upright.  It was then that he posed next to the tiny man while pointing to him for a great photo opportunity for Joyce.  "Polly Veiw France, Eh?"  Said Joey ironically. 
The tiny man only became more frustrated.  "(FRENCH!)"  Now the two round Americans might as well be rolling on the ground.  Their laughter echoed between the buildings in the tiny alley that share the entrance of their restaurant.  It seemed endless as it traveled upwards to the puffy white clouds of France that afternoon.
The tiny man saw this, realized his ultimate frustration and gave up by quietly saying "(french.)"  As he slowly walked from their table, a block away, his daughter bled out.