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dotinthesky) wrote2012-09-16 11:03 am
dotinthesky) wrote2012-09-16 11:03 am
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Across the Channel
Friday night, 14th September. French coastal town St-Malo.
Families and couples sitting down for dinner. Casual and sophisticated styles on display, elderly tourists strolling down empty streets. Chefs by the doors of their restaurants, having a cigarette and exchanging a friendly word with neighbours. The cathedral's tower looming above all. Teenagers in the town's Irish pub, red-cheeked and bobbing to Red Hot Chilli Pepper.
Me to my boyfriend: I like it here - I like France - but there's something oppressive about the culture. Either you conform or you stick out and have no friends. I love that there are so many bookshops in such a small town but - still - I'm not sure I could live in France.
Saturday night, 15th September. English coastal town Portsmouth.
Drunken men chanting slogans and boasting that they'll be kicked off the train. Group of women in miniature attire screeching at each other, dressed like Hooters waitresses for a hen party. Group of teenage girls also in miniature attire harmonising to "it's getting hot in here, so let's take off all our clothes." Kebab and chips wrappers on the streets, paint peeling off most walls. Wide-eyed tourists hailing taxis. Boarded up buildings facing the marina.
Me to my boyfriend: Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to live in France.
Families and couples sitting down for dinner. Casual and sophisticated styles on display, elderly tourists strolling down empty streets. Chefs by the doors of their restaurants, having a cigarette and exchanging a friendly word with neighbours. The cathedral's tower looming above all. Teenagers in the town's Irish pub, red-cheeked and bobbing to Red Hot Chilli Pepper.
Me to my boyfriend: I like it here - I like France - but there's something oppressive about the culture. Either you conform or you stick out and have no friends. I love that there are so many bookshops in such a small town but - still - I'm not sure I could live in France.
Saturday night, 15th September. English coastal town Portsmouth.
Drunken men chanting slogans and boasting that they'll be kicked off the train. Group of women in miniature attire screeching at each other, dressed like Hooters waitresses for a hen party. Group of teenage girls also in miniature attire harmonising to "it's getting hot in here, so let's take off all our clothes." Kebab and chips wrappers on the streets, paint peeling off most walls. Wide-eyed tourists hailing taxis. Boarded up buildings facing the marina.
Me to my boyfriend: Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to live in France.
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Neither of the above suit me at all. I agree with your interpretation of St. Malo - there are places in the UK like that too and whilst it's nice to think we might aspire to it, the reality is that we'd be shunned for being ourselves.
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