Is it just me or do even the dragons look confused? Like, what's going on? Where are we suppose to be? Do YOU know?
It was a hot mess from the minute we got off the metro. Everyone was just standing around with no particular sense of where they should be forming a crowd. Finally somebody must have spotted something and that started the barade towards the dragons.
I too herded but it was too late and all I saw were people's heads or out-streteched hands holding cameras trying to take a picture over said heads.
But it wasn't a big deal for me because the dragons, the lion dance, the drums - this was the same as what you can find in the States. What was different however, was the way they it was organized (or not organized). The laissez faire-ness of it all. I found that to be particularly French (in the States there would have been signs, tape, indication of what what was going on).
One of the great things about living in a foreign country for me is discovering it's culture. Living in France however, I have an added bonus of not only discovering French culture but discovering Asian French culture as well giving me a new perspective on how cultures merge, reconciliation with one another, and form a new unique identity.
After the parade we went to duck noodles. I couldn't finish mine so I asked the bf if he thought it would be ok if I asked for what was left to go. He didn't think so, that just wasn't done in France.
Normally I would agree but between the sound of clanging chopsticks in my ear and the roasted duck dripping grease in the corner of my eye, I decided to ask the waiter anyways.
It was no problem. Asian is Asian.
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