Something that is immediately apparent about France is that everyone wears black. It's like Henry Ford designed all of the outerwear. I think our more colorful attire tips people off that we are from out of town. We look like the Jamaican Bobsled team walking around in Gotham City.
Oh, I also heard a statistic that there are four times as many auto-related deaths in Europe as in the United States. This is not surprising, since the drivers actively speed up when they see a person crossing the street in front of them. You know in some states in the South how if you run over a deer you are encouraged to load it up and keep it for food or mount on your wall? Yeah, kinda like that here, except in more of a "Most Dangerous Game" kinda way. One upside that counterbalances my constant fear of death is that maybe I will get to be the spectator of a wreck(it's like seeing a unicorn!). In fact, this past weekend bill and I were at this kinda outdoor pizza delivery place and this delivery man leaves and goes tearing off on his scooter. He tried to shoot this gap in traffic and ended up sliding and going down by a light post. He kinda gingerly got up in an I-fucking-hate-my-job kinda way, brushed himself off, and drove off. I admire his dedication to his craft.
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