Thursday, March 27, 2008

Mystery Photo (the first in a series)


I thought that this might be fun! Just to give you some help for this one - the photo was taken in the Ile-de-France, northwest of Paris, in late October/early November. And it's not a picture of a pile of rocks!

I can't promise prizes for guesses or even for a correct answer; I'll work on that if I get responses to this or future posts in the series :)

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

How to Walk Down the Sidewalk

I think I’ve adjusted relatively easily to many of the differences in France but it’s one of the (seemingly) simple things of daily life that’s been driving me to distraction: walking down the sidewalk! I’m always (still) screwing this up.

Background: OK, in Paris, sidewalks are often narrow and crowded (it’s a big city after all). But that’s not the source of this problem, intercultural at its root (which is of course complicated by the tourists who know nothing of the local rules of sidewalk comportment)! But tourists aside, here's the challenge: I’m walking down the sidewalk, I see someone coming towards me on the same trajectory so I adjust my course, then I don’t see the other person change direction and so we always end up on a collision course. I struggled with this 3 years ago when I was in Paris for 6 weeks. Matt, from his experience in France, told me I just needed to set my course and stare at where I’m headed, and the other person would adjust. I tried but it was like playing chicken and I always bailed first, leading to near-collisions all the time.

Time has proved that Matt was right and I wasn’t supposed to change course though I couldn’t get the hang of this! It was driving me crazy and making me rant internally - not having mastered this I was always bumping or grazing people and it was driving me crazy (which for me was rude and an invasion of personal space)! I finally figured out that this was also linked to another cultural issue - eye contact. In France, you don't greet strangers in the street which means you don't greet with your eyes. It isn’t that you don’t look at people, it’s just that you don’t acknowledge them or greet them with your eyes – which is an invitation - and I didn’t understand the distinction!. One of the things that I failed to realize is that, when they see you see them, there’s an acknowledgement of the other’s trajectory on the sidewalk embedded in this but no greeting! So following Matt's counsel works as long as I continue to look, but not greet, the other person! (Matt, your mama does learn from you!) Much better finally.

Now there’s one other sidewalk issue – the locals will stop on a sidewalk to chat with friends, etc. and will spread out across the already narrow sidewalk (I’ve seen the same thing happen in corridors and in museums) and they really stake out that space. If you approach or try to pass they almost never move an inch to accommodate your passage – it’s as if they have no peripheral vision! Drives me crazy! But then I come from a country where there’s lots of space and where I move to accommodate others; ergo I ‘expect’ the same treatment and am frustrated when it doesn’t work that way, and it doesn’t work that way here in France or at least not very often in my experience. Is it because France is much more crowded than the US and folks stake out their territory? Is it a question of hierarchy where ceding ground would diminish your status? Don’t know – just observations of behavioral differences which make me think about my own behavior and (unspoken) expectations! Who knew?!

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Manèges (Merry-go-rounds)



All year long you can find some merry-go-rounds in public squares and, on Wednesday afternoons when many elementary schools are closed, you’ll see parents waiting while their young kids ride them. But at the Christmas season, lots more of them popped up all over the city, a holiday/seasonal treat. The first one pictured was set up in my neighborhood, just in front of the Mairie for the 11th arrondissement, just at the start of the two week Christmas holiday, the other was set up in front of the Hotel de Ville (the main city hall) in Paris. During my week in the south of France, I found the same thing in the city of St Raphael, with several beside the Mediterranean beaches. And now that it's warming up here slightly, the tents surrounding them are being taken down. Just small seasonal changes!