A piping hot Chinese takeaway is arriving imminently, so I'm phoning in this blog. In a few weeks we're heading over to France for a week of Gallic delight, and are taking a car. As a prelude to a week of baffling road signs, and pedestrians stepping briskly out in front of oncoming traffic, we've been faced with a payload of paperwork, and a few mildly interesting French road facts:
In France, you can't get breakdown assistance on the motorway - you have to call the police.
The thought of summoning the gendarmes only to find that the engine starts when they try it doesn't really bear thinking about. Here a few other facts about France:
1. They drive on the wrong side of the road
2. The police have funny-shaped hats
3. The pylons are a weird shape
4. It's similar weather to Britain but a bit warmer
5. They eat baguettes
I will, of course, be learning much more about our fashionable, misunderstood neighbour on our travels. In response to my brother's drunken rant, which unlike most drunken rants about the French, was largely positive: I think the way we describe a nation indicates our disdain, for example, I'm currently watching Austria v Poland, but earlier on ITV were showing Croatia v the Germans, and tomorrow it'll be Romania v the French. What's that all about?
1 comment:
Hehe, sorry about that last comment matey. Still, I suppose as far as silly things to do when you're drunk go, stumbling in and commenting on a blog is one of the safest.
Also, hadn't realised France was so soon! Should be a blast, as they say.
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