Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Je prends un café dans mon jardin

Here in the garden of Michelle and Marie I take my mourning coffee and munch on fresh strawberries. Michelle is a superb gardener and his flowers bloom profusely everywhere. I could spend many days here without ever leaving the garden.
I am reading the book Sixty Million Frenchman Can't BeWrong. The authours, Canadian of course talk about the seeming contradiction in the French, a contradiction that is apparent only to North Americans who impose their expections upon the French. Ce n'est pas une probléme avec les française.
The architecture along the road from my apartment to Scy Chazelle, is so different from North America and yet I have discovered one thing in common with my neighbourhood back home; an hysterical society is present here as well. Their hysterical society also controls the paint colours of your house. No pink houses here.