The difficulty in both languages lies in pointer manipulation and understanding the system below, it does not lie in using classes or templates.That's utterly untrue. The low-level details of C++ are mostly the same as C's, unless you want to write a shared library in C++ and thus need to extern the C++ symbols, or need to worry about the details of the object-system implementation like vtables, or need to mess with streams and layer them over some communication medium.
What makes C++ fucking hard is the syntax explosion that feels like cleaning up a New Year's Eve confetti with your bare sweaty hands, the template voodoo, and the design patterns that they have tacked on the language to make it more palatable to Satan.
To make it worse, the language is both broad and deep. You can't learn C++ by reading the standard. You have to dip into the culture of one of the big vendors, or schools of programming, to find out what subset of the language is to your liking. Are you writing Bjarne's C++ or GoF's or Alexandrescu's? or perhaps you would prefer to old HP/STL/Meyer C++ to the new kitchen-sink BOOST C++?
Contrast this to Common Lisp, which is a very broad but relatively shallow language; you can read the first few sections of every chapter of the manual and come off a good Lisper, go back and dig deeper and you only get better. OO, functional and procedural Lisp looks relatively the same. If you don't understand a construct, you look up the documentation of the symbol, see its evaluation model and presto. C++? You don't see what's being implemented because higher-level designs are being kludged and modeled with dickish, brittle and contrived tools -- they have no way out of this, as the language insists on C pseudo-similarity and refuses to adopt any kind of clean macro system; they're running out of syntax and CPP is unforgiving. Understanding C++ code then becomes a matter of psychological profiling of the author and even scholarly exegesis and deconstruction ("What did he intend to say?", etc.) requiring a level of empathy hard to muster when you're, in fact, wishing ill and misfortune on the bastard who forced you to look at this mess.