Don’t you just love it? France of course has fabulous wine, fabulous food and fabulous scenery. Not to mention art, historical monuments, luxury goods and weather that obviously is about 100 times better than my homeland. (Did I mention I was English?)
MAIS – and there is a mais – it’s each homme for himself round here. The French don’t know how to stand in line (literally and metaphorically) and when it is finally your turn you will probably be faced with a Gallic shrug. Or a “non”. But not a “non, désolé”. In any case it was your fault in the first place. Believe me, you don’t want to know about the red tape.
Anyway, it all takes up beaucoup de time.