If Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest, well then, the French have mastered the art. Nine out of ten French businesses are closed on Sunday, and the tenth, well it might have the item you seek, but won’t sell it to you.
My first weekend housed in France, was an exercise in futility. I managed to get the internet in my apartment, but only strong enough to support audio and not video streaming. So I listened to college football, most importantly the USC vs Cal game at the ungodly hour of 2 AM.
Sunday I awoke and was able to putz around on email and the news sites to see the fallout from the days games. Shortly before lunch I went on my merry way walking to La Dèfense, a huge corporate and commercial center with the tallest buildings in France this side of the Eiffel Tower.
Soon I became hungry and figured that I would walk along the bus route to the center in hopes of finding somewhere to eat. But alas, this is Sunday, and nothing is open. I walked fully 2.5 miles before arriving at Le Défense fully famished and curious as to where all the people were. (more…)
