I think I need to start a series of posts entitled Only in France...
Because every so often there are these funny/bizarre/surreal moments that I have and while they're happening there's this little voice in the back of my mind whispering in amusement/shock/disbelief, "only in France..."
For example, on Thursday I was in Metro, a wholesale restaurant supply store that only allows hospitality business owners to join (luckily I have a few friends with cards).
I picked up a bottle of Kirsch in the baking aisle and put it in my cart. When I got to the check out, the young woman picked up the bottle of Kirsch, scanned it and turned to me and said, "You do not have the right to purchase this. You are not a pâtissier. You must be a pâtissier to purchase this item."
Only in France...