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Funny story. Grocery stores are just as irritating here in France--I see no logic in the way the aisles are arranged (I won't give examples because I will start ranting) you need certain euro pieces to unlock a grocery cart, but I often don't have the right piece, and the cashiers like to chat endlessly to each other while ignoring the long lines of customers. No-one but me seems particularly bothered, c'est la vie, I guess. Complaining to anyone in my fractured French is hardly worth the bother so I'm even more cranky and irritable than I usually am once I get home.

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Janice Macdonald
Janice Macdonald

Written by Janice Macdonald

At 68, I started a new chapter in my life: I moved to France. Alone. It turned out to be quite the page-turner. Still is — even when age insists on a part.

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