Bonjour France
First (flying) steps in ghostly Sunday evening Metz
It is time to cross paths with the land of wine and cheese.
And it is true – wine after wine for under 3 euros with a whole lot of fancy names that cost over 20 dollars back in Australia, line the supermarket shelves. I had to choke down some tears standing at the cheese аisle at the fact that I could not possibly try all of them. After some delicious Bordeaux with the meal last night and generous slices of petit camembert on top of my lightly fried eggs (with glorious runny yolks) this morning, I feel a little bit better.
France and I have a funny thing going. I like to make fun of it. The language makes the pretentious stereotype oh-so-easy. The one time I flew with AirFrance did not help. The attitude of French towards people that try to communicate in English – neither.
There is probably something to it, after all when I asked around the international city of The Hague which are the hardest people to work with or understand…you guessed it, I won’t dig that hole any deeper.
Still, this time France is making it a bit difficult to continue our usual relationship. Metz and the people that we are staying with charmed me.
We are taking off to Paris in a little while, I will let you know if I am completely lost to the French stereotype games.
Oh, I so miss cheese….
Cheeeeeeeeese…
Tell Miss Fab I miss her
How can a food addict like you possibly not love France?
I personally start salivating in front of the rows and rows of chocolate desserts in the supermarkets…
… and listening to Gilbert Bécaud singing his chansons beats every English conversation I can think of ;-) No wonder they do not want to bend their tongues around that profane language!
Jenny, the cheese rows win over the deserts for me almost any day. I am more of a savory addict. But, I intend to add a few more dimples to my ever expanding butt in the coming days – including because of decadent sweets.
English may be profane, but it does annoy after trying to get a price for something and the guy on the other side keeps on going “Jujujupa”…hmm,what?… “Jujujupa!”….sign something, show me fingers..what?…. “One fifty!”…aaahh, say so dude ;)
Orla, I will tell her :)
Jill, I love cheese, too!
Having just left France 10 pounds heavier than when entering, I understand. Our last feast featured the biggest cheese plate we have ever created. We actually flew with Air France twice and loved it. Especially the fact that there was lots of room on the less than full flights and they don’t charge for food or drinks. Bon Appetit!
I will never fly Air France again, unless they go real cheap and that wont happen because of all that leg room and ‘free’ food and drinks ;)
I am leaving France too heavy to even look down and assess. I hope Spain will be better (hahahaha).
Oh boy, I just love your blog! I have been reading it for a few months now, but I have been shy to leave a comment. The fact is that sometimes your stories make my day. They just crack me up and make me full of life. Thanks for sharing and just keep doing what you love and do best. P.S. next time I will write on Bulgarian : )
Iggy, keep on showering me with compliments, please :)
I love it that you have decided to comment and keep on going (Bulgarian is perfectly fine too). Hugs
Great article–I loved France when I went!