Weekend d'attente
For those who did not know: The French are a queueing nation. And they do so very structured and orderly and with enormous patience. Nothing was different this weekend, except for that I could enjoy some queueing (looks funny that word) with Miss M who is over from Madrid for some days.
We cleverly avoided the Saturday 3 o'clock at night (or shall we say in the morning) taxi queue by making use of a reserved number ;-) but on other occasions queue-hell got us:
For example did we spend around 32 minutes in big heat on the Isle de St. Louis for Paris' most famous icecream (Berthillon), which I always think is totally worth the torture. And on Sunday we did not go into the re-opened Orangerie to see Monet's Waterlillies, cause a very very (say 1-1.5 hours) queue in pouring rain was not so tempting.
I once read somewhere, that an ordinary person spends about 3 years of his/her life for something, so we did our fair share of that again this weekend (6 mins to pay at BodyShop, 7 mins to catch a cab on Saturday evening, 18 (!!) mins to get a waiters attention to ask for the card plus another 5 until he comes back for the order, over 1 hour tonight until the ordered Thai-food arrived at Madame L's home - oh la la... But we took it all with the french nonchalance (you just get that living here for a while) and are looking forward to tomorrow's queueing surprises. I can't wait!!!
The Berthillon queue and the object of desire:
The queue at the Musee de l'Orangerie:
