|me creepin hard core on the creepy lovers|
In fact, there are certain seemingly banal habits in France which allow for the mood within a social sphere to be more accepting of overt displays of affection. For example, to greet someone in France—anyone, really, even strangers—one leans in and gives a peck of a kiss on both cheeks. This is the equivalent of the American handshake. There should be a button or bumper sticker: You had me [confused] at hello. Many of my fellow boggled American peers also feel as though it is commonplace here to lean in very close when one is having a conversation with someone else. What is normal behavior here would be considered a serious invasion of one’s personal bubble in America. I shouldn’t be so surprised really, I did move to the city where the mom in the grocery store makes conversation over green-beans, the university tech support crew talk your ear of in the elevator, and the metro is designed with pairs of chairs facing one another, as if begging for their own dialogue. It is simply French tradition to pop a squat and have a quick talk, be it with a colleague, a student, a friend or the neighborhood bird feeder. If anonymity or privacy with strangers is impossible, conceive of how forward someone might be if he/she actually had feelings—other than those of nationalist fraternité—for me!
|nappin by the Tour Eiffel|