Random thoughts

French Women Don't Get Fat

I'm getting more and more intrigued about this mysterious little country called France that my uncle raves about all the time. I remember asking someone once where she got her shirt, and she said, "The south of France," and for some reason the shirt looked even more poetic and beautiful to me. I felt like there was a sudden white glow around her when she said those words.

I also remember speaking to my old college friend who had been sent to Paris on an IT project, and he was telling me how he smoked his first stick in France at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Damn you, Jason! I don't smoke but if I did, I would want to be at the top of the Eiffel Tower too!

It helps too that I've read Peter Mayle's A Year In Provence and I'm curious to experience the little idiosyncracies that he describes in his book. And then all around me, I seem to be hearing French accents more now - Jean Michel, Cecile, etc., etc.

I have a French language course on my iPod that I'm hoping to be able to use one of these days when I don't feel too lazy. I probably won't talk as fast as Cecile but I'd love to just be able to hold my end of the conversation with her.

What's all this fuss about France? Well, they say French women don't get fat.

posted by Cathy at 10:30 PM