Thursday, March 26, 2009

The Seedy Underbelly of Small-Town Life

Of course, I’m writing this in order to avoid all the myriad of little tasks I actually should be doing right now. With the arrival of The Mother imminent, my list of “To Dos” is slowly increasing in length.

Eh bien. I’ll write “update blog” on that list and then immediately cross it off when I’m done here. Sorted.

2 things:

One: Monday, I charged into the salle des profs after lunch and startled the maths teacher, who had obviously been napping on the couch. He bolted upright and looked a little embarrassed, and then immediately made his way over to the computer, clicking around listlessly and obviously feigning work. I love when little instances like this occur, when I catch people being human. You see, French people are quite reserved, and on top of that, it seems like the majority of them subscribe to the same regimented schedule (one that does not involve napping at work). Like everything in France, there is most definitely a RIGHT way and then a WRONG way. Coming from casual, you-can-do-anything-you-want America, and additionally being someone who balks at any sort of routine or regularity, this ordered pattern to life can sometimes chafe me a little. (Obviously, I know most Americans lead ordered lives and that French people are not totally devoid of spontaneity. There is just a much more definite sense here of ‘how things are done’ and when they are not done that way, it sticks out as odd.)

Bref, I like be reminded that people, regardless of nationality, are just people, with different weaknesses and strengths.

Two: I finally re-took that photo that I wanted to put up a few posts ago. Sunday, I went for my afternoon walk (like everyone else) to take advantage of the uncharacteristically sunshiny weather we’ve been having of late, and ended up at the St. Pol Sailing Center. It was there that I encountered the sign that follows:



For a town with only 8000 inhabitants, it’s surprising to think that there is some sort of dark activity going on. But maybe this sign is an accurate indicator…? It reads: Dumping of dead bodies prohibited, without municipal authorisation.

::EDIT:: Whoops. Got my clarification. Check out the comments...

4 comments:

Ksam said...

Haha, this totally made me laugh out loud - a "corps mort" in sailing terms means one of those big buoys things that are either used as a marker or to tie your boat to!!!

wem said...

HAHAHA! That's hilarious! I had no idea--and I was genuinely confused as to why this sign was necessary! ::blush:: Guess I should go study up on my sailing terms....

Ksam said...

no, thank YOU - i needed some spontaneous laughter today!! and i only know it from the 3 summers i spent working at the port in v-town!

Pekka & Halle said...

dealing with dead bodies must have been on the 'd' skipper course...

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