My new life
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- 2 minutes read - 356 wordsI am now a month in to life in France. Make no mistake I am so far very happy that we have made the right decision, even though not everything is perfect. The biggest beef is without a doubt the paperwork! For example, it took us a month to get a phone line and the stumbling block was not having the right piece of paper. To get onto the system you have to have a bill, but to get a bill you need a bill. Call it a catch-22 or a chicken-egg take your pick, but french beaurocrats love that.
Working in France is a little different to England. Add to that the fact that I am going from a small company to working on a project for a much larger one and you have quite a culture shock.
The attitude to lunch is probably the biggest single change of all that can only be attributed to country. All my colleagues take a 2 hour lunch religiously, during which they go elsewhere. I am used to taking a 30 minute break to read the Register with a sandwhich/salad at my desk. For now, past an hour, I get bored an return to work. Maybe I will extend my lunch as I get used to it, but maybe not - shorter lunch means I get to go home earlier.
Commuting
My commute is quite a lot further than when I was at Snell:
The actual cycling is a lot more pleasant as well. I live in a hamlet, and my route take me past the le lac tranquille (the calm lake). In the morning it gets very cold and misty, which is very nice.
Drivers are about the same. The vast majority give me plenty of space, but obviously you get the odd idiot. Just today someone shouted “Je vais te touer” so some things are pretty universal it would appear.
I have also found that the paint on the roads (at least in Rennes) is more slippery in the wet. The simple answer has been to avoid the cycle lanes - no real change there then.