Living in France has fulfilled one of my greatest dreams and although I complain endlessly about my seemingly endless bureaucratic hiccups, I love living here!
Alas, there are certain habits of the French that I will never pick up, nor understand.
I will never swoon over Johnny Hallyday.
I will never belly up to the bar for a glass of Pastis at 9:45 in the morning.
I will never hang my panties out to dry in front of our house.
I will never learn to appreciate Steak Tartare.
I will never understand why men often face the traffic when they pull over to pee on the side of the road.
Ah well, vive la différence!