Loving France is like having a boyfriend :D) : or, so I recall from when I last had one.
It’s the age old French trick … they seduce with warm sunshine, delicious food, great coffee, a sexy language, a casual disregard for authority.
I really loved the attitude that meant last year a national strike with rioting on the streets stopped altogether on the day of a national holiday then resumed the day after. Thoughts of riot police and rioters sharing a quiet Pernod in a corner cafe appealed to me. It’s a sense of perspective.
Whatever the paper work … and it is frustrating, at least there isn’t a “net curtain” gestapo monitoring your every move with the boy(s) from across town that you happened to share a PowerBook lead with at the bistro internet :D)
btw expecting delivery of a full keyboard electric piano on Monday ….. then my blog will become even less sporadic than it already is.