I had thought about a lot of aspects of visiting another country. New sights, new smells, new foods.
Speaking of food, I ate rabbit last night. Apologies to the Rabbit Room crowd if that is sacrilegious, but I felt like I needed to have as many new experiences as possible. I couldn’t bring myself to try escargot so I opted for le lapin.What I hadn’t expected was the traffic.
Traffic may not even be the right word.
The streets are narrow. Many times they are only wide enough for one car.
And the streets aren’t one way.
Picture that in New Jersey. I can hear it in my imagination more than see it. Horns would be blaring. People would be shouting. And gesturing.
In Bayeux, people are patient.
I heard a horn beeping this morning, only the second car horn I’ve heard in France. It turns out that it was a car alarm.
The drivers here show uncommon patience.
I’ll miss it when I get back to New York.
Posting from my phone. Please excuse typos.