Wilkommen, Bienvenue

I have to say that if all the stereotypes we have about snobby French people are true, then I happen to have incredibly fantastic luck at only stumbing upon the nice ones. I've been asked to people's houses to eat, people I barely know mind you (don't worry, mom, they're all girls my age or married couples from my school). Saturday I spent the afternoon with the lovely couple I know thanks to the random Parisian "Jesus addict" I met after mass. This has been the most relaxed meal yet...indeed, with a six month old and a two year old, no one expects soufflé. We talked all afternoon (inbetween feeding children, calming children, putting them to bed and taking them for walks.) The girl he knew from somewhere would be fascinated at what I learned about French Masons. Also: I never thought about this, but a majority of French women smoke, and a majority use the pill...apparently doctors here don't tell people this probably isn't a good idea. Actually, I don't know the actual statistics, but both are kind of a given... anyway. Christophe, the young father is involved in putting on a very public, free concert featuring- no joke- a French Christian Reggae band. On Halloween (all saint's eve, rather, here). And he says I can help :)

and wouldn't you know it, when Anne, the young mother, is not staying at home with her very small children, she is a speech pathologist.