Frenchness

  • Baroque roomSo Paris is basi­cally Lon­don but with more curlicues. This is what we know now.

    And what else did we learn?

    1. They speak French there. This is impor­tant, so I’ll say it again in italic. In France, the peo­ple speak French. It may not seem like priv­i­leged infor­ma­tion, but no one had quite put it that way to Greg-the-Husband, who I believe thought that pre­tend­ing that they wouldn’t speak Eng­lish was a sort of affec­ta­tion. Mais non (but no) it appears that they are some­what seri­ous about this one. This led to all kinds of mer­ri­ment, espe­cially when we consider …
    2. Spe­cial orders do upset them. So when Greg and I chose to patron­ize ze McDonald’s (the McDonald’s) and Greg wanted them to com­bine Sauce 1 with Burger 2 while leav­ing off every other worth­while ele­ment of Burger Acces­soriz­ing (a Gre­go­rian spe­cialty), and then responded to their dif­fi­cul­ties by mak­ing the order more com­pli­cated and say­ing it faster, it didn’t go well and Greg pro­nounced the entire coun­try “hor­ri­ble”. I don’t know what other wives do when things like this hap­pen. I respond by get­ting very Edith Bunker and flap­ping my hands around a lot, though I’m secretly think­ing that a swift kick to the hus­band would solve many problems.

    And I would say more, but jet lag has sud­denly kicked in, so I’ll have to pick this up tomorrow.


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    June 6th, 2005 | Grace | No Comments |

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