I had too much faith in French summer weather. Somehow, I had forgotten Nantes is close to Brittany, where the local joke is “oh oui, we had a nice, dry summer—I remember, it was on July 29.”
Monthly Archives: July, 2017
Once upon a time, before large supermarket chains took over most of the developed world, shopping at local markets was a standard feature of daily life. Nowadays, most French fill their shopping cart at Carrefour.
“I asked for a… baguette au sésame. But they didn’t understand me at first, because I pronounced it as seSAmee instead of SAYsame.”
No more “yellow cheese”, “orange cheese” or “string cheese”, an anarchist party, yoga at the castle and other French oddities.
“Is he your son?
‘Depends… what did he do?’
“Are we going to the airplane today?”
“It is five o’clock yet?”
“NO! Mark, just go watch TV!”
It’s not just a trip, it’s an existential journey because I’m Feng’s wife, Mark’s mother, because I’m also a sister, a grand-daughter, a niece, and because deep down I’m still a little girl who wants to make her parents happy and proud.
American poker players resorted to streaming across the Canadian border when changes in the law…
Since you don’t come to Ogdensburg for a culinary adventure, the guys had lunch at Subway while I was taking pictures of the bilingual Spanish/English signs and an Amish man queuing for a sandwich presumably made with regular, non sacramental bread.
No matter where in the world you live, sometimes we all just need a break.…
“Do I look any different?” I asked Feng the other day.
“No,” he replied. “Why?”
And fourteen years later, here we were, at the Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ concert, the last show of the annual Ottawa Bluesfest.
First daycare/school/camp drop-off is my parenting trademark. I suspect if Feng was witnessing any sign of separation anxiety, he would drive home with Mark in the back seat.
Cultural norms are weird and are best learned over time, observing people.
Over the years, the North American experimenter attitude rubbed off on me. I don’t just give a Gallic shrug to new ideas or solution.
On Friday night, twelve hours before what had been hyped up as “Canada’s big milestone” in “Ottawa, the place to be,” we had facts but no specific plan.