{"id":533,"date":"2014-07-22T10:28:24","date_gmt":"2014-07-22T17:28:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/?p=533"},"modified":"2014-07-22T10:28:24","modified_gmt":"2014-07-22T17:28:24","slug":"vive-la-france","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/2014\/07\/vive-la-france\/","title":{"rendered":"Vive la France"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/jillbertini\/3893801080\" title=\"vino by Jill S., on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/farm3.staticflickr.com\/2514\/3893801080_607f28a0b0.jpg\" width=\"375\" height=\"500\" alt=\"vino\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>On Bastille Day (or <i>Le quatorze juillet<\/i> as the French say), I mentioned something about the day online. My French\/German friend <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ollicrusoe.net\/\">Ollie<\/a> told me they say <i>joyeux<\/i> or <i>vive la France<\/i>, instead of the greeting I gave. That reminded me of a very short story.<\/p>\n<p>In 2006 I went to Paris for my birthday. Now that I&#8217;m <i>une femme d&#8217;un certain age<\/i>, I won&#8217;t reveal which one, but those of you playing at home probably already know. My sweetie and I had a fabulous time. We traipsed about, eating cheese and chocolate and visiting the various tourist sites. I think that&#8217;s a separate post.<\/p>\n<p>The morning we left, we knew there was going to be a strike (or <i>greve<\/i>). We left for the airport early, because we weren&#8217;t certain how often the trains would be running, etc. As an American, I found this strike quite \u2026 well .. striking. People showed up to work. But they didn&#8217;t do their work. In America, they would picket outside the workplace. By doing it this way, no one else could come in and do the work, either.<\/p>\n<p>Needless to say, we got all the way through and on to our flight (sans the corkscrew I had to leave behind). As we taxied to the runway, the pilot came on and gave an announcement in English. He said there was going to be a delay before we could take off. We were tired and grumpy and ready to go home. RIGHT NOW. <\/p>\n<p>Then the pilot made the same announcement, but in French. Except instead of being vague, he said, &#8220;<i>a cause du greve<\/i>.&#8221; My French is middling, but I understood that! I turned to my girlfriend and said, &#8220;It&#8217;s because of the strike! <i>Vive la revolution!<\/i>&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>We sat back in our seats, content. We could wait.<\/p>\n<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - https:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_pop\" href=\"https:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/button100x23.png\" style=\"border:0px; width:100; height: 23; \" alt=\"Share Button\" \/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services=new Array(\"Twitter\",\"Facebook\",\"Linkedin\",\"StumbleUpon\",\"Reddit\",\"Print\");var hupso_icon_type = \"labels\";var hupso_background=\"#EAF4FF\";var hupso_border=\"#66CCFF\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_url=\"\";var hupso_title=\"Vive%20la%20France\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/share.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On Bastille Day (or Le quatorze juillet as the French say), I mentioned something about the day online. My French\/German friend Ollie told me they say joyeux or vive la France, instead of the greeting I gave. That reminded me of a very short story. In 2006 I went to Paris for my birthday. Now [&hellip;]<\/p>\n<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - https:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_pop\" href=\"https:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/button100x23.png\" style=\"border:0px; width:100; height: 23; \" alt=\"Share Button\" \/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services=new Array(\"Twitter\",\"Facebook\",\"Linkedin\",\"StumbleUpon\",\"Reddit\",\"Print\");var hupso_icon_type = \"labels\";var hupso_background=\"#EAF4FF\";var hupso_border=\"#66CCFF\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_url=\"\";var hupso_title=\"Vive%20la%20France\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/share.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div>","protected":false},"author":32,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[36],"tags":[86,123],"class_list":["post-533","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-travel-2","tag-france","tag-paris"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/533","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/32"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=533"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/533\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":539,"href":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/533\/revisions\/539"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=533"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=533"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=533"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}