i would like to begin by saying that i find the french to be some of the most stylish people in the world. i am unable to determine if it is just the attitude that they possess or if it is actually the clothes. with this said, i would now like to describe those wonders of parisian life that i can't help but wonder, "what in le nom de dieu where you thinking?"
*the scrunchie: yes, i have seen two french speaking women (and i purposely take out my ipod buds to determine what language they are speaking - both times french, pas anglais) on the metro looking rather attractive, but with their hair held back with scrunchies that belong back in the 80s. way back in the 80s. i so badly wanted to tap these two ladies on the shoulder, ask where they were from, and have the response (in english), "macon, georgia!" with a southern drawl. (sex and the city reference, its ok if you have no idea what im talking about) i would love to have been able to say, "she not from france..." to, of course, my french version of jack burger. (is it berger or burger?) (more satc) alas, the scrunchie: one french fashion statement i will not be bringing home.
*the canadian tuxedo (aka denim on top and denim down below): i have never been one to follow all the fashion do's and do not's, but there is certainly one thing i will never do: wear a denim jacket with jeans, whether or not they match. this is why the fashion gods created black or khaki or hell, pink and purple plaid, pants. i saw a very french man wearing a very much matching denim ensemble today. once again, on the metro.
*a pony-tail kept in place by five butterfly clips: you know, the clips you might use while washing one's face, or straightening the bottom section of one's hair? well, i saw an otherwise very attractive woman (except for her footwear, that's coming next) with her hair pull into a pony with these clips running all the way down. i could only wonder what would happen if one came loose.
*crocs: the aforementioned "clip" woman and her very, very attractive homme were both wearing crocs. yes, the ugly rubber shoes that i would only hope to associate with americans were seen on two very french citizens. at least they had on the black ones, rather than the gaudy bright red and yellow ones i see on state street all the time. (i apologize in advance to my friends who wear crocs and love them. i just hate them. désolée.)
with all of this said, i am sure that the french look at me and think, "mon dieu, AMERICAINE!!!" ah well, whatcha gonna do?
on a very different note, i found where i will be working while here. beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. gorgeous old buildings, very excited to be able to go in (they're all fenced in and have gendarmes (police) all around).
on another different note, i learned how to use a percolator this morning.
and i learned that i have already taken out too much cash from my french checking account. are you surprised? (it was for rent, i have yet to step into lafayette)
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