Wednesday, September 9, 2015

France at Random

Stripes are not simply stereotypical of French people. They all wear stripes!

Carrying around a baguette is basically the norm.

 You can hardly breathe through all the cigarette smoke. Oy vey.

Going out in your pajamas, even in your own yard, is really, really uncommon. For the French, the moment you wake up, you get dressed in nice clothes. No matter where you are going.

They have pink toilet paper here.

Dogs poop everywhere and only once have I seen someone pick it up.

Wednesdays are either days off or, at the most, half days for everyone grade Pre-K to High School.

Making noise in your neighborhood, like mowing the lawn even, is strictly permitted between Sunday after 1pm and Monday. People will call the Police to complain about mowing the lawn or loud music, etc.!

Dessert is eaten twice a day; once after lunch and once after dinner. A cheese platter is always brought out after dinner as well.

I think the whole "French people don't shave their armpits or legs" is an old fad. So far I haven't seen any hairy women.

French people and their body odor isn't really as bad as I thought. I definitely smell it on the metro sometimes but not any more than I did in America.

People grocery shop almost everyday. Buying in bulk is pretty uncommon.

The bathrooms are referred to as "Toilettes".

 One of my favorite books in 3rd grade!!!

They take their cheese very seriously here. It's a heart :)

Coffee, or Espresso, is served in shot glasses because the stuff is so potent. Even when I was walking by McDonalds, they had little McCafe shot glass cups that people ordered their espreso in. They sip on that stuff for over an hour!

Calendars start on "Monday" and end on "Sunday". Something I am so thrown off by every time I look at the calendar!

If there is anything else strange about France, I will be sure to post about it:)

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