To finally make it to France and yet, not how I imagined it.
Romance, history, tragedy. Architecture. Hot blooded and glorious men.
So far, the airport. Escape via industry. Hop onto the freeway.
Wrong way traffic.
Drivers screaming obscenities.
Magnificently dressed women, dragging poodles.
Choking dogs, barking profanities.
I cannot find the fabled belle France – culture, fashion, beauty, history.
At least here is a moment to smile. Could be in any village of the world.
Traffic jam une cause de véhicule agricole.
C’est la vie. [94 words]