The Socialist Party fell out of favour with most left-wing taxpayers with the controversial labour code reform tabled in the spring.
Last weekend of August, last weekend of hot weather, last weekend of freedom for most people… in pure French fashion, we decided to run away from responsibilities.
Sometimes, I wonder if, eventually, I would have developed a taste for wine and alcohol if I had stayed in France.
The tide was low and I knew there was water somewhere, in front of us, but it was lost somewhere in the heavy mist. It was so hot the seawater was evaporating in front of us.
When I’m not visiting art exhibitions, my services are required to take pictures of an upcoming event and figure out the art of hanging 52 large paintings in one of Nantes’ most famous buidings—merci papa!
In tonight’s news, Rio’s highlights were a two-minute story. Once again, social issues and political campaigns are in the spotlight.
In the spotlight: African artists and stunning visual creations.
French people are very illogical human beings. I know what I’m saying—I’m one of them.
I find that one of life’s greatest pleasures is the juxtaposition of contrasts that makes…
We are a bunch of atheists, I don’t believe in miracles. The camera wasn’t working.
Spotting Mark at the playground is easy: he is the only kid who shouts “Oh, my GOD!” when he is annoyed, and “Oh, my GOODNESS!” when he is amazed.
“I don’t get it.”
“What don’t you get?”
“I… I don’t know. Is the artist making fun of China? Of the Western world?”
“Here is the deal: we are going to Préfailles and we will leave at 11:00 a.m. Disclaimer: I haven’t traveled with my parents since I was a kid, we’ve never been to Préfailles and we will most likely NOT leave at 11:00 a.m.”
On August 15, Catholics will celebrate the Assumption of Mary, and the rest of us will roam around the city, looking for that one opened bakery to buy a baguette.
With so many people out and about, you tend to overhear funny or weird snippets of conversation…
I grew up by the water—the Loire River and the Atlantic Ocean. This is my happy place.
It’s amazing how much these urban objects can tell about a culture. So today, no people… just ubiquitous and unsung pieces of the French urban landscape.
When I was a kid, eating French fries—commonly known as the adjective-free noun “frites”—was a special treat.
In Saint-Michel, the holy trinity of food is the Super U—the medium-size supermarket is open…
Saint-Michel-Chef-Chef is famous for its biscuiterie producing buttery galettes, the original cookie.
When I was in school, we often made of fun city kids who thought that fishes in the sea looked like the breaded Findus fish sticks they were being served at dinner.
Long after they left school and university, many French still refer to the two summer months as “les grandes vacances”, i.e. “the long holidays”, as if they could once again live worry-free from the end of June to late August.
At first glance, foreigners, especially North Americans, may think French are sullen and rude.