Sundays in France
Sundays in France are, quite simply, dead. It's actually kind of bizarre to walk around - the town looks like a ghost town. Every store is closed on Sundays. Sometimes you can find a cafe or two that is open, but even those might be closed. Luckily, my favorite joint in the whole city, the take-away pasta window (a pasta queen's dream come true!), is open on Sundays, so I don't generally starve. But even the streets and sidewalks seem deserted. I have yet to figure out what the French actually do on Sundays, but as far as I can tell it does not include leaving the house. So generally, and especially on rainy days like today, I take my pasta, walk back home, and indulge in a very English movie or book. After all, it seems to be the French way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon.
posted by Becky @ 7:36 AM
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