That's what one calls it.
In the past, the most required tool in any French garage was a hammer,
or rather a collection of hammers to match the size of the task.
Ridiculously enough, a good hammering often worked (didn't lower the bill)
and maybe this very fact was typical of those things which happened to
'non-Gallics' mainly on the paying end, and generally on holiday, which
made English people apopleptict, even redder than usual, utterly mad
and at a complete loss for words. Germans were seen to go off marching
'goose-step' manner, muttering things that darkly resembled political
statements from a while back, Dutch and other northern climate people
just didn't understand anything, and preferred to put the 'being pleasant
and friendly' smile and attitude on (later-amongst themselves it was different).
Italians, being basically the same as the French said nothing, and went off to
find a way of revenge, the Spanish spread their hands in desperation, and
talked about sending Armadas (although with all the Spanish already installed
in France, the chances that his Gallic persecuter probably originated from
Spain were high). Arabs and other such-likes beamed an absolute meaningless
beam, disappeared - never to be seen again. The origin of all these emotions
simply shrugged the shoulders in that Gallic fashion, and said "C'est la vie- hein?"
It had always been like that, always will be like that, and no amount of
'modernising' will change that fact. In days gone bye, when, for
British/Dutch/Germans, etc, the country of France was as excitingly unknown
and remote as the South Pole, the charming image of the Frenchman on his bike,
baguette under a sweaty armpit, Gauloises in the mouth, an endearing odour
of Garlic before, during and after his passage, was something that everyone
De Gaulle was well named, and knew his Gauls............
(To read more, follow the link.......)
Next one up (sometime or other) - the famous 'nothing disturbs me' Englishman.
iwmpop (mrlemarquis) - Vauvert, France.