So long, farewell…
Hello from somewhere other than the French Alps. Above is a pic I took of my husband in March, unaware it would be our final day skiing in La Clusaz for the foreseeable future. And what an awesome day it was! Behind him is Mont Blanc, with a glorious sea of clouds between it and us.
Back in 2008, I started Le Francophoney to talk about the quirkier aspects of living in France. Alas, 2020 dropped the C-bomb (Covid-19), and double-whammied my family with terminal illness back in Aus.
I was incredibly lucky to get back to Melbourne in June with my husband Three flights were cancelled, all while trying to arrange an international move and sell a household of stuff and cars during France’s heavy lockdown). It was character building, and an utter relief to finally get home.
Melbourne, of course, has had an extended lockdown, so we’ve literally had two weeks without lockdown or quarantine since mid-March. But we made it home, unlike many other Aussies still stranded overseas.
No longer living in France, it seems like the right time to pull the plug on Le Francophoney. It must be one of the longest running blogs in the short history of blogging, and I hope anyone who has read it has enjoyed it over the years.
But I won’t leave without a few final comments on living in France, so here goes.
While we were in lockdown in France, I decided to check my French language skills with a national French test. This question came up:
It says the opening hours of this hairdresser are Tuesday to Friday, 10am-midday and 2pm-6pm, and then on Saturday between 10am-7pm. The multiple choice asks when can you go to hairdresser:
A. Sunday at 1pm
B. Thursday at 9am
C. Monday at 3pm
D. Wednesday at 4pm
Now in any other country, a hairdressing business probably has enough hair dressers to get a haircut at any of these times, but no, in France, it’s pretty standard that Sunday is out, and Monday is fair game too, with many businesses opening on Saturday and taking Sunday and Monday as their weekend.
In fact, if you’re working standard hours, the chances of getting your haircut any day but Saturday are pretty slim. Lunch break? Nope. Closed. A sneaky hour off work on Thursday morning for a 9am cut? Nope. Closed. And since many people don’t work on Wednesdays because they need to look after their kids since lots of schools don’t open on Wednesdays, your only option would be to take the kids with you to your hair appointment on Wednesday at 4pm — that’s presuming you can get an appointment at a hairdresser, since half the hairdressing staff are probably taking Wednesday off to look after their kids too.
Regardless of the quirky business hours in France (which are, in fact, totally understandable, given the strict employment laws for small businesses), I already miss the bakeries, the lifestyle, the language and, most of all, the mountains.
Meanwhile in Melbourne, I haven’t been able to get a haircut either. I’m wearing my overly long hair up in a nana bun for convenience, and now kind of wishing that I could walk in to Annie Coiffure this Wednesday at 4pm, even if it means bunking off work for a bit. Maybe in 2021?
When I started Le Francophoney, haircuts weren’t a concern; I had dreadlocks, which didn’t seem to bother the goats in La Clusaz.
Twelve years later, the dreadlocked girl who once felt like an outsider to the French way of life has said all she has to say about living in France, and hopes that you enjoyed the journey as much as she did.
Au revoir, and thanks for tuning in!
Merci Wendy, I enjoyed your blog a lot. I’ll miss it, maybe I will start my one.
X Nickie
Thanks Nickie. If you do start a blog, please let me know! Take care.
Well I read your blogs and enjoyed every one of them, so thank you Wendy ..
Like you I am missing the French boulangeries and the mountains…
Once a blogger always a blogger, why not say something interesting about Australia?
Thanks Jerry. I hope you can enjoy those boulangeries and mountains for me some time soon!
Sad to hear Wendy, but welcome back to Melbourne. Plenty of quirky stuff going on here, maybe you could start another blog and sell it to the French? Best regards for the future, once we are allowed out again.
Thanks Ron (and thanks for your ongoing readership over the years!). I’m looking forward to rediscovering Melbourne, and maybe see you somewhere in town one day.
Good luck to you in your new life in Melbourne. I have really enjoyed your writing over the years. I am a Brit longing to get back home after eleven years in France but, right now, other things (not just the virus) have conspired against me and I have had to put my plans on hold. Reading this has reassured me that I, too, will get back home one day, whatever the odds. Have a great new life and, if you decide to start another blog, you can count me in as a reader!
Thanks for your lovely words, K, and wishing you all the best to get back home as soon as you can too. For now, hang in there, and take care.
Thank you!
A great blog! I read all your posts during the 3 years I had a place in Manigod (col de merdassier).
Thanks Alexandra. Manigod will always have a special place in many of our hearts.
Thanks for your blog! I loved to read about the quirky life in France!
You’re very welcome, María. Take care.
Thanks wendy for so many cool insights into a country full of quirks and beauty. I will never forget the piano accordion one 😛 xxx
Oh, the annual televised glory of the piano accordion! Thanks for reminding me, Rel. 😀
Thanks for the fun blog, especially the funny translations between English and French. I’m also a writer and have visited La Clusaz to see the Tour de France. Good luck with the next chapter!
La Clusaz is a great plate to watch the tour from. Thanks for the kind words, and all the best for your writing too.
Hi Wendy, I think I have read and enjoyed most of your posts since I started blogging myself in 2011. I hope all goes well in your new life in Australia. The best of luck!
Yes, we’re the long-termers, Rosemary! All the best for your ongoing adventures abroad and thanks for your kind wishes.