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!
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.
Whole New Meaning to the Job of Waiter
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
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.