So we've had a wonderful last week. I'll make sure to post lots of great pictures when the kids finally go to school this coming week. Seriously, I won't know what to do with all the time on my hands! But I had to post this right now.
Really??? The Husband puts me and the kids in a taxi home from a friends party on Place Victor Hugo tonight so he can go search out the home opener of Notre Dame football somewhere in the 6th. (Yes, he is a masochist.) No problem. As we enter the Place de Porte de Maillot...WHACK! We get hit by a car. I can see it coming...and had time to grab both kids who are strapped into their seat belts, but not nearly as safely as I'd like them to be. The impact is not so bad, though my head hits the side window as I'm totally focused on holding onto the kids. So the taxi driver pulls over and jumps out to scream at the other driver, who of course jumps out and screams at him. (God I wish I knew French!) I check on the kids, who are perfectly fine and have no idea there is any problem.
So get this. They are still yelling at each other, getting louder and louder, gesturing wildly at the street, at their bumpers, and back to the street. Then they get their cell phones out and start yelling again. (I MUST learn French.) So I dare to open the door and try to get out. The guy starts yelling at me! Um. NO. He said, "Do you want me to get you another taxi?" Really??? You think I want to sit here and get yelled at? So I said no since I could see another taxi stand just across the street. I paid him the 5 euro on the meter and walked my kids across the street to another waiting taxi. You bet your bottom dollar I made sure everyone was securely strapped in again!
Ah well. No one was hurt in the production of this blog entry. I thought about taking a quick picture but I didn't want him yelling at me even more.
The French are still a mystery to me. Now to pour a glass of wine.
Oh, and I should mention that we will be getting our car this week. I just can't wait to start driving in this city! Fun!
3 comments:
AARG, glad you are all OK.
Sorry about the collision. I am not sure if you are familiar with the rest of France, but if you are going to be observing Parisians on a regular basis, all your sentences should start with: "The Parisians" as in: "I really don't understand Parisians." Seriously. They are a different breed. I would know. I lived in Paris for 10 years and married one. Fun blog. Glad I found it. Veronique (French Girl in Seattle)
Thanks for the great advice! Being so new here everything Parisian is really a mystery to me. Like for instance the air raid sirens that are going on right now. Yes, I know it is 1200 and time for lunch, but don't Parisians have watches??? Welcome Veronique!
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