Эйфелева башня, Версаль и багеты? Хуеты! Вот как Францию и французов увидел мой знакомый англичанин, который уже больше 10 лет живет в Норвегии.
In France. And here are my impressions.
The French are a proud people. They are proud of their country. In that respect, all the men frequently mark it as theirs by pissing on it.
They are emotional, and make sure that they wear their emotions on the outside of their sleeve. Today I saw a granny on a moped that was not letting a younger guy in a car get past. eventually he did, and as he roared past, he gave her the finger and blasted his horn at her. She replied with her finger and a few words that I can only guess comment along the line that his small car represented his small penis.
The French are passionate. Indeed, screwing in the middle of the day in the swimming pool, with kids present, underwater is not beyond them.
They are a polite people. Just like the British. Huzzah! I attribute that to years of subjergation. On the other hand, when something doesn't go as planned, then they tend to be rather irrationally rude. As happened on the bus the other day, when somebody didn't remove their bag from the seat, so that a lady (about 40-50) took the bag, threw it away, and sat down. She then worked over the owner for the better part of 20 minutes, not lettin her out to get her bag. Much to the enjoyment of the rest of the bus.
The French take a lot of room. See point above for illustration of this. But irrespective, they have a very flexible personal space. Either it's really big, and they let you know it, or its really small (have a look in the swimming pool). But becuase of the volume of their language, you will always see that they need their room.
The French are not really a hygenic people. OK, when they day is 35C all day, and you ahve to take a bus full of them, then things are going to be a bit smelly. But that doesn't stop them from abstaining from the old bar of soap until the end of the week for the weekend bath.
Frenchmen are famous for the poodles. Poodles are less common now, and are more widely replaced by Paris Hilton type shaved rats. But the fact remains, there are lots of them, and where there are dogs, there are piles of poop. I'm sure that the French language doesn't have a word for "pooperscooper". So walking down the street is a bit of a slalom affair...
Itallians take more room than the French.
Norwegians take more room than the Itallians.
This is your social-science reporter signing off...
Up the England!