Women in Paris don't cross their legs. I have not yet seen another person crossing her legs since I arrived in Paris. I, however, cross my legs all the time. Especially when I nab a coveted seat on the Metro. Today, a couple of kinda punk-rock French teenage boys got onto the Metro and were seated one compartment away from me. They were blasting their music out of a boombox. (Today is Fete de la Musique, where there's lots of loud music all over the city--noise laws don't apply today. This is an entirely separate incident from the dancers Dan saw a while back.) They seemed to be having a good time. They were looking around the car for someone to have a good time with them, and I was the only other person under the age of thirty there. I made point to avoid eye contact. Then, for some strange reason, I got to wondering if there was something about the way I was sitting that would make me stand out anyway. I immediately uncrossed my legs.
I wonder if it is saying anything to the French that I sit the way I do...
On a sidenote, I have taken to carrying around one of those cinched up Nike knapsacks in order to store everything I need when I'm out for the day. Tres chic, non? I'm definitely not a stereotypical French woman!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I think you should have gotten up and danced I know how much fun that is. It looks like you guys are having a blast. I can't wait to see all the pictures. We miss you here, more than you know. Last night Justin and Amanda Kay came over and we were eating Cheetos ... THEY TURNED MY TOUNGE GREEN!!! Thought you would like that :) Miss Ya'll, Stay Safe
you know, that's so funny, i never noticed that parisiennes don't cross their legs. apparently i never fit in then. :) there's also another festival in the fall that's the techno music festival. They close down the rue de rivoli and have big floats will all competing music. the french are terrible dancers. (at least the ones dancing to techno are)
Post a Comment