Les Deux Magots, Paris |
Mmmm . . . okay. The United States of France. Sounds good to me. A 35-hour workweek. Six weeks of paid vacation time a year. Free healthcare for everyone. Magnificent art, great museums, son et lumiere shows. Clean subways. High-speed trains in all directions. Green energy. Outdoor cafes. Wonderful food, fresh-baked baguettes, 246 cheeses, and all that lovely wine. Even at lunch. Hell, maybe even breakfast. Oh and don't forget the croissants . . .
Ooh la la, baby, bring it on. C'est la vie for me!
Of course, I'm speaking with tongue in cheek. France is French, and we are us; even if Congress enacted the French Constitution tomorrow and imported Nicolas Sarkozy on the next jet to Washington, this country could never be just like that one.
And I hear tell you just cain't get no good barbecue over there no how.
But while the Time article's underlying point is a serious one, and unfavorable to the idea of becoming more like France in economic and political matters--well I say, there are worse things.
Like another Great Depression. Or a fascist, theocratic dictatorship.
I just might be humming the Marseillaise on the way to the voting booth, come November.
Aux armes enfants de la patrie, le jour de gloire est arrive . . .
2 comments:
Boyfriend and I land in Paris the morning of October 16th (also the day I turn 41-Mon Dieu!)
I'm planning a week heavy on the art and food, and with a little luck, les hommes...and light on the politics and economics.
Although I heard someone on NPR saying the rest of the world is watching us with far more interest than ever before. They're not thinking of our general election as a foreign election. Because of the interconnectedness of world markets, they've got a stake in what happens here.
We're putting our Obama 08 buttons on our jackets. Wish us bonne chance!
A week in Paris! I'm jealous. I got to visit briefly once, thirty years ago; loved it. I bet the Obama buttons will make you lots of friends there. Bonne chance et bon voyage, mon ami!
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