Revolution. Mr. Misadventures often says that it is time for another revolution in France. That what the French fought for in 1789 (or even 1968) has been forgotten and the French need a good shake up. My friend Lindsey sort of hinted to the same thing in her 4th of July post (which I am completely enamored with).
Independence. I once read an article in a newspaper that described the French as a surly teenager. That it wanted its independence while still having its parents take care of them. (IMO) I think that the reliance on government aid and government jobs and government subsidies has crippled this country and that it will be a long time before it can or will change its mindset.
This is probably one of the biggest cultural differences for me to relate to. I could never imagine not having a “pick yourselves up by your bootstraps” attitude about the fate of my life, my career, my world. Letting someone else dictate is so foreign to me!
Complicated. Paris is a complicated lady, but I love her. When you love someone or something, it should be completely, the good and the bad. And I truly love Paris.
And I am not alone. Paris (and France) has many lovers and admirers and I wanted to share some posts from the last week that illustrate just how fabulous she is:
Paris et je le nuit by Kirsten Alana
And here are some of my thoughts on Paris.
Happy birthday baby! Vive la Revolution! Vive la France!