Lucy Goes In Style
Lucy is ready to leave her mark on the streets of Paris.
Temporarily, anyway, thanks to a little gift set from our friend Emily.
Lucy Goes In Style
Lucy is ready to leave her mark on the streets of Paris.
Temporarily, anyway, thanks to a little gift set from our friend Emily.
Amy, how does Lucy handle jet lag?
Doug Mason at July 4, 2005 10:31 AM
Same as she handles every minute of every day. She sleeps - unless somebody's fawning over her or there are dangerous predators to chase (ie, flies or mosquitos).
Amy Alkon at July 4, 2005 12:26 PM
'Dogutante'
Crid at July 5, 2005 1:35 PM
Guilty as charged!
Amy Alkon at July 5, 2005 4:49 PM
I took Paco, my huahua, with me to France four years ago or so. The other Paris has one of those tiny tea cup breeds; Paco looks more like a toy fox terrier with its longer muzzle.
I can't walk down the street with him in the states without all manner of people commenting on the dog's prance and cuteness, and wanting to give him the old petaronie.
While in Frogland, I expected the same response. But not once did a citizen even glance at the dog. And there ain't many Pacos in France (there are more Lucys).
I'll be interested if Amy has the same experience during her visit. Something about the French manintaining social space, observing etiquette, and in general being uptight.
tom merle at July 6, 2005 9:02 PM
Hell, no! Everybody connects with Lucy. For example, yesterday, in BHV, a big department store with an electronics superstore of a basement, two little old ladies stopped and cooed over her and one even got her to lick her on the mouth. Everybody comments, pets (if I don't bite them for trying), and generally goes wild over her. I don't understand all the complaints about how rude and hostile the French are. They have a different culture, yes, where you aren't just instantly friends, but if you don't look and act like the ugly American -- ie, make an effort to learn their culture and not demand that things are exactly like they are at home -- you will be treated well here, in my experience. People are people. There are nice people everywhere -- and rude people everywhere. Perhaps those who experience rudeness everywhere should look...a little closer to home for the key?
Amy Alkon at July 7, 2005 2:52 AM
Hmm, sorry if this sounds insulting, but perhaps there's also a higher standard of dog cuteness here. I just saw a heartbreaker of a Chinese Crested -- and I've seen only one dull mutt since I've been here. Lucy is wearing a pink boa today, but she's home painting her toenails because we're going out tonight -- Mark, Chantal, Pierre (whose only known photo as a child is at the St. Sulpice fountain sculpture -- the small green one -- by Robert Doisneau, because Pierre grew up during the war)...and Emily.
Amy Alkon at July 7, 2005 6:39 AM
Just goes to show you that we all have different experiences. Since I come from France (Merle means blackbird en francais)I may feel that I have a certain "priveleged" perspective. I never used terms like rude and hostile. No need to exaggerate, Amy. I meant to convey a more reserved manner than les Americains, a formality of interaction. Here in the states the informality often goes too far in the other direction.
Maybe it was my white shoes and Bermuda shorts that put off the locals I passed in Provence and Paris while visiting my cousins.
Here's a picture of Paco, who clearly doesn't have the Lucy's cuteness
tom merle at July 7, 2005 8:47 PM
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tom merle at July 7, 2005 8:49 PM
You don't know how! But thanks.
Amy Alkon at July 7, 2005 11:17 PM
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