You're going to think that this is turning into a food blog. But it's not.
There are a lot of cheeses in France. I find most of them wonderful. A few of them I don't for a variety of reasons, too pungent, too moldy, too many spiders on the outside. (I'm not making that up.) But I'm open to trying all of them at least once. Some of my favorites are St. Félicien (cow's milk), Bleu des Basques (sheep's), corsican hard sheep cheese (almost like a pecorino but not), fresh goat cheese, beaufort (cow's), and I'll stop there just to keep the list short.
I know a few people who don't like cheese very much, or who don't like very many cheeses. That's ok, I feel the same way about brussel sprouts. But I know one person who doesn't like ANY cheese. Not a single one. In a country where there are roughly 375 varieties of cheese, I find it hard to accept that there is not a SINGLE cheese that could please said person. Said person will not try cheese and categorically refuses to eat anything with cheese in it. Having said that, said person once ate cheese at my house. Unknowingly. I admit it. I lied to said person. Crab dip was out, said person asked if there was cheese in it and I said no because, really, is cream cheese really cheese? It's more like really thick sour cream. And the number of appetizers said person 'could' eat was already minimal due to another dietary restriction so I was feeling a little panicked. What would said person eat if not the crab dip? Just plain old crudités? Said person trusted me and ate the crab dip and appreciated it. I felt very guilty.
In France, there is a solution for people who don't like cheese. Aside from not eating it and panicking the hostess. Saint Jean d'Aulp. It is a pilgrimage. For people who don't like cheese. And I'm not making that up either.