I have to admit that i was french yesterday(but entirely by mistake). I was at the outdoor market, which is very nice, even by french standards, looking at the fish and one of the workers asked me what i wanted and I requested some salmon. Only after finishing the order and turning to walk away did I notice a que(line) at the other end of the kiosk waiting for service from the fish monger. I felt bad and ashamed but also quite french. But I hope to not do that again.
I attended the bloom where you're planted seminar at the american church on Monday and Tuesday this week. I had lunch on tuesday with some very interesting women. One of who had married a frenchmen 2 months ago and moved to Paris, giving up her career and placing her life on hold for him. She was obviously very frustrated but our conversation moved toward the attitudes of the french and how she also hoped that she would not become french but that it was hard to be nice when the people you are being nice to are so selfish and socially unaware. Good to know that I am not alone.
I will say that I am generalizing and should not. When I am on the metro with Samuel in his baby bjorn I have almost always had someone offer me their seat.
Rant over. Thanks for listening.
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