I found this cat in a restaurant near the border of Spain in St Jean- Pied- de- Port.
Isn't this pose called the downward facing dog?
In connection with whether the French are friendly, I want to tell you about my local gym. ( I have changed all the names to protect my identity : )
The place is small, only machines, no classes . There are all types and ages and just two smallish rooms for the various torture instruments, not counting the tiny dressing room.
At the gym a while back Vincent ( in his forties) brought in a fantastic gingerbread full of grapefruit peel and orange pulp and we all had at least two pieces. He brought the first piece right to my machine while I was pumping iron and urged me to try some. He asked me to take some home to my husband. Everyone stopped working out in reverence to such a French moment. There is of course a table and a coffee machine so we can linger and read the Nice Matin or visit a bit.
I get greetings when I come in, kisses before I start the treadmill. You could say that the" kiss kiss" thing in France is a nuisance. But I like it and people respect the limits of it in the gym. After all you are well ...sweating!
I greet certain people who are the old crowd at the gym and I introduce myself to people from time to time. The old crowd (mostly retired) started in this gym together before it changed owners a year ago. Now we have a young, hip owner that has painted the walls fuchsia and has two tvs doing MTV...we are still all coming and now we all have fushia t -shirts with the name of the place.
Jacque, a distinguished man in his sixties, a reserved, athletic guy, told me that he is a recent widower. Recently he begun training for Triathlons. I don't know how he does it but he is there when I come and there when I leave, always working hard. He is there to work out so I don't like to bother him, but I often stop and have a quiet word with him. He came to my exhibition last year and I was grateful for that gesture.
Marie Claire has a husband who is not well, but she is always there to crack a joke. She is a retired teacher like me. Jean Marie is so tall that I refuse to kiss him unless he is sitting at the machines or I am on the top step. We have that joke going. He is very polite and says goodbye to both rooms before he leaves. Christian, my age, very attractive, is a favorite, as he teases, "Tu es belle!". Lots of teasing goes on, I do my part of it.
The manager, David always comes to my treadmill for his greeting. "Marie: "Tu es-t-en forme?" and his kisses. He is attentive to all of us. I have met his lovely partner and now they have a new baby boy.
Julian is an attractive, retired guy I met on the first day, who has come to two of my exhibitions and taken me on sight seeing trips around. He is always tan and nattily dressed. I call him the man in Black. He and his girlfriend had a party not long ago , as have Michelle and her husband and Amira, a beautiful young Algerian woman. I was invited three times, in fact. I went to two soirees and had a great time. I could probably have a whole social life just from the gym, if I had the time and fortitude.
There are always lots of dinners going on.
There are always lots of dinners going on.
I met Delphine last month. She has lovely white hair and a young face. She revealed quietly , after our smiles connected, that she had been in a coma for five of her 51 years. She has had 2 operations on the brain and 2 on her eyes. She has to take 20 pills a day and she is always smiling, grateful for each day.
During the holidays, a young girl, Cynthia, came and asked me how to make a pumpkin pie from scratch. She said later, that the pie had turned out great and next time she would bring me a piece.
I always plunge in with my French language such as it is , I may smile first and sometimes initiate the conversation. I noticed that the French, like the English, don't invade people's privacy without tacit permission. That sounds logical to me, now.
Wonderful story!
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Life is good!
So cute!
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