I’ve lived in Paris for 2 weeks… here’s more things I’ve learnt!
February 5, 2018  //  By:   //  Blog  //  Comments are off

As a ‘theatre’ blogger, you always run the risk of people not appreciating it when you ramble on about things that aren’t related to what they are used to. But my blog last week about moving to Paris was so well received that I thought I would carry it on to give you a look at what I’ve learnt during week 2 of living here.

It doesn’t matter how ‘tres bien cuit’ (well cooked) you ask your meat to be in a restaurant, it will still come out alive
I like my meat well cooked. Black and burnt is fine, I just want reassurance that the animal is dead and I don’t feel like Hannibal Lecter, eating his latest bloody victim. But in Paris it doesn’t seem to matter how much you insist to the waiter that you want it very well cooked, it still comes out swimming in blood. I guess I’ll have to stick to Chicken and Pork as at least those have to be fully cooked to be safe to eat.

It doesn’t stop raining
I don’t know if I’ve just been unfortunate since I arrived but in two weeks, I don’t think there has been a day that goes by without a down pour of rain. I thought Paris was all sunshine and heatwaves but either I have been very unlucky so far, or during the winter it actually rains more than in London! And as I sit here writing this blog, a mad flurry of snow has just started to pour down!

Last week I talked about responsible drinking and the French not being too concerned about how much alcohol they sell you (and in some shops they will actually reward you with a loyalty card, encouraging you to buy more). So this week I thought I would tell you about some more crazy things I have discovered that wouldn’t comply with UK regulations.

Crossing the road makes no sense
In the UK you have traffic lights (in which a car must stop when red), Pelican Crossings (which have a green man and a red man to tell pedestrians when to walk) and Zebra Crossings where cars must stop if a person is waiting to cross. In Paris the types of crossings all appear to be the same but in reality are rather more deadly. The standard traffic lights and Pelican Crossings are fine. If the lights are red the cars will stop and you can cross with the green man. But when it comes to Zebra Crossings, where Parisians have to look to see if anyone is attempting to cross, they couldn’t care less about stopping to let you pass. This is where the game becomes deadly as you have to step out in front of the cars and only after about two steps will they brake to let you continue. It’s an accident waiting to happen but you’ll be waiting all day for them to stop otherwise.

The water that comes out of the taps could kill you
The water that comes out of the taps in Paris is pretty good. In the UK, water can look cloudy and not the nicest to drink but in Paris the quality seems much better. However, when it comes to hot water you have to be careful as there don’t seem to be any limits to how hot water can be. This week I have scolded my elbow in the shower just by touching the hot water bar on the tap and also scolded my hand trying to run hot water in the kitchen sink. I am dreading the day that my back fat accidentally pushes the water temperature lever in the shower and I scold my entire body!

So there you have the lessons I have learnt during week two of living in Paris!


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