Shaking… everyone’s hands. When you pass someone in our new place of work, you have to shake their hand. I’m used to a nod, a greeting, maybe even a little wave if you’re feeling particularly pleased to see someone. But everyone you pass, even if all you say is ‘bonjour’, has a handshake. Apparently that’s very important here, and shows you respect the other person. If you don’t, you get a bad reputation as a snob! It’s a nice gesture, but a bit time consuming.
Shopping… for allll the good French skincare.
Thanking…. the Gods of Beef that the French aren’t scared of a little rare meat. Steak haché is a dream for pink hamburger lovers and steak is usually served like this:
|[I mean that’s quite rare]|
Staying… in a hotel that used to be a bonnet making factory. Neat. This is one of the machines from the factory.
|[It knits in a circle!]|
Drinking… champagne! At last. Thanks to some insider connections I had a tour of the Taittinger cellars in Reims (highly recommended, by the way) and tasted a good £100 worth of champagne afterwards. Yummm.
|[This made for a very merry evening]|
Walking… everywhere I can. The cities I’ve been staying in are not only beautiful, but very walker friendly. I love not having to get in a car or on a metro to get somewhere, and being able to look at pretty things along the way certainly helps.
Thinking… of those Carrying On in Paris.
What are you up to at the moment?