Stopping to Smell the Coffee

It is no news to most that life in the USA is life in the fast lane. That fast lane included an hour commute to and from work. A mad dash back home in the evenings to chauffeur teenagers   around, as their social lives took off, mine diminished into the oblivion of three lane highways. I wished to slow my life down. Well by golly, be careful what you wish for!

 Moving to France, sans car, has forced us to move into a slower lane. To be more precise, that would be the BUS lane! 

I am learning that nothing in France is rushed, except the crazy drivers that is.

The Fastest Thing is The Internet

Communication services are incredibly cheap compared to the USA and the Uk.

For a mere 30 euros a month, I have a good old fashioned landline phone, cellular phone with unlimited international calls, 4G, cable tv and internet service . In fact , the internet is probably the quickest thing happening in France. Because , the price you pay for cheap communication service is coughed up with a three week wait for your service to actually get switched on, AFTER your modem and cable boxes arrive in the mail. Besides the snail delivering the mail, the internet is so efficient and FAST!! Hurrah, for Netflix…..in French : /   !!

Whole New Meaning to the Job of Waiter

Everything is “attendez“…..waiting,waiting,waiting. 

Do not go for dinner hungry. Because by the time your waiter gets around to doing you the enormous favour of waiting on you, you will be famished and faint.
We have been to some fabulous restaurants and bistros around town. There really is nothing like the food in France and the foreignness of trying new and exciting fare. However, expect to sit around for a while before you are offered a drink. In fact, it would not be in your best interests to be shy about asking for assistance. Do expect a look of condescension from your waiter if you do brazenly demand his attention, especially if it is in pidgin French. You need to know in advance that you are there merely as a side effect of their job.
Once the drinks arrive, you will wait again for the menu and then finally, when you are almost about to get up and walk away in search of a life saving Dunkin Donuts or something, service will be given with the utmost charm. ( There is a very Jekyll and Hyde aspect to French waiters.) Dining should be allocated at least 2-3 hours of your day.

The Joys of Public Transport

Amazing, is about the best description for the French public transport system. Buses and trains and trams and the metro are all frequent, clean, safe and relatively inexpensive if you go with the monthly pass.
Having missed our bus by seconds, ( I refuse to run for a bus whilst laden with bags, shopping trolley and café-au-lait-to-go)we were once more forced by France to wait. Whilst we sheltered from a rain storm under the eaves of a local boulangerie, and, as I nibbled my croissant and sipped my cappuccino with the roar of raindrops crashing around me, I relished in the realization  that really, this moment was not to be rushed. Another bus would come along. And maybe by then the rain would stop. Meanwhile , I sipped my coffee and watched the French living their lives, all around me, casually walking through the rain, cleverly avoiding bumping umbrellas. 

C’est une bonne vie.

Enjoy!

~ Susan

2 Replies to “Stopping to Smell the Coffee”

  1. I can't believe it has taken me this long to find your blog!!! And now you are back in the US. I could have been comparing notes. Your life in France, mine in Italy 🙂 Yes, nothing like living in one of these "old world" places to learn to attendez, aspetta…wait, wait, wait 🙂

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