Scarier than a Steven King Novel: Driving in Paris, France (it’s Misery)

When I moved to France almost 10 years ago, I had never driven outside the US. I was accustomed to clearly visible street signs, the grid system, stop and go traffic, 4 way stop signs, big bulky automatic cars, defensive driving, and bumper stickers.

But when I got to Paris, I had to forget everything I thought I knew about driving, because it would only get me killed. In a nut shell, driving in Paris was like being trapped in a huge pinball machine with multiple balls flying at me from every direction.  Quick, TILT!

At the time, my job was 70% field work which required extensive driving in Paris, intra-muros (the city within the beltway). The first day driving, I followed a colleague and tailgated her so closely, I could have changed her radio station. Not a safe way to drive, but I was a stressed out wreck, afraid of getting lost, and I was driving a Twingo which is nothing but a glorified tuna can on wheels. Meep, Meep. When I got home that night, I cried. But, got up the next day and gave it another go. And over the next few months I began adjusting to a new country, a new job, a clutch, a new language, etc, and I also learned to get used to insane things like:

 “Priorité à droite” (priority to the right).

This crazy little law states that while driving along a road, anyone joining from your right hand side has priority over the main road on which you are driving. Come again? That means they do not have to stop. Hun? Instead, you have to slow down and let them merge no matter what road they were on!? It’s a pretty dangerous law imo especially for foreigners, but don’t worry, this driving rule is not widely used anymore! Nope, you just have to guess if the French driver up ahead is going to yield or shoot out in front of you. No sweat :/

Itty, bitty, confusing as heck street signs.

Street signs: means to give drivers invaluable information, like what street I’m driving on! It’s the best method to help you get from point A to point B without having to go through the North Pole first. I believe

French street signs are actually a national inside joke, made to confuse and infuriate foreign drivers. The signs in the city are small, often located far off the street and nailed to the side of a building usually behind a bus stop.  Brilliant.  And don’t think these babies are lit up at night either. In short, Parisian street signs are more useful on a hook as decoration in your kitchen.

Traffic circles / roundabouts

Another thing I had to get used to, traffic circles. Though I must admit, I now prefer traffic circles that maintain a certain flow, over traffic lights that bring cars to a halt. You just have to make sure it’s a real traffic circle (where you yield to those already in the circle) as opposed to the fake traffic circles where you have priority, but must yield to on coming traffic on your right! Luckily, I didn’t have to deal with too many of the latter.

So really, traffic circles weren't that bad, with one exception: Driving around Surviving Place de l'Étoile. You know, the big traffic circle with the Arc de Triomphe stuck on top. First, don’t let the name fool you. It’s not a traffic circle, it’s a Sphere of Hell. It has at least 12 different streets dumping into it and the only way you find yourself there is through unfortunate circumstances (you couldn't read the tiny street sign and took another wrong turn) and voilà, welcome to driving hell. Now, you find yourself having to cross over 6, unmarked lanes of spastic, high-speed traffic or be condemned in spending the rest of your life driving around in circles. How did I survive Place de l’Etoile? Two words: Aggressive driving. 

Aggressive Driving

This is the only way to drive safely in Paris imo. Ignore what the cars are doing or want to do beside you, or behind you. Now, don’t confuse aggressive with reckless. French drivers may be aggressive but they are not necessarily reckless and they will avoid hitting you if you are in front. Therefore, keep your eyes only on what’s in front of you and GO! Learn to use the gas peddle, accelerate hard or get run over. This is where knowing how to use a stick shift is so important!

After several months of driving in the city, I still hadn’t gotten used to it and it remained a stressful exercise until the day I finally purchased a PalmPilot with GPS! Do they even make PalmPilots anymore? Anyway, GPS saved what was left of my sanity and removed most of the stress of driving in the city. I no longer worried about missing the sign for a street that I wouldn't be able to read anyway. Getting lost was no longer an issue, GPS would recalculate. And I could now successfully avoid the Sphere of Hell. YEAH!

After two years living in Paris, I finally moved to the countryside where driving is much more reasonable and nothing like Paris. But sometimes, I do miss the excitement. Ha, just kidding!

NOT Hungry for Hunger Games - the Movie.

!!!Spoiler Alert!!! (SA) This post contains spoilers about the books and trailers for Hunger Games. If you haven't read the books stop HERE or be spoiled (;

Now, before I get booed off the blogosphere for my pic and post title, let me say I read the book The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (in 2 days) and LOVED it....and hated it. But I still gave it 4 our of 5 stars.

Let me expalin. I enjoy adventure/sci-fi/ fantasy/paranormal stuff. Everything from books, stories, movies, manga, comics, and just about anything with superheroes in it. I also don't mind things getting a little violent nor do I mind some bad language, just as long as it makes sense and adds to the story. However, you will not see me fangirling over anything about zombies *shudders* or tragic storylines where animals or loved ones all die at the end. I'm still not over Charlotte's Web... (;

So why did I read the Hunger Games? For one, the hype. I'll admit, I got sucked into the hype. Second, the girl on fire with mad bow and arrow skills = my kind of gal. But what I didn't like was finding myself sobbing by page 24 and balling my eyes out by page 40 to the point where words looked like they were swimming on the page. And guess what happend on page 235? The crying thing again. I was stressed out from the first chapter all the way to the last.

Therefore, I know if I go see the movie, I'm going to cry and I don't like to cry. (some people do - they are strange to me). Plus, (SA) I don't want to see Rue die, AGAIN! Why would you want to go through that a second time? I know the first thing I'd think of when seeing Rue appear on screen, No! You're too young to die! Not sir, not me, not going to see that again. Seeing a vampire get his/her head ripped off their body, no problem...but (SA) sweet little Rue getting impaled with a spear, no.

While I cannot deny how well Suzanne Collins crafted her novel, it's obvious I'll not be reading the rest in the series. Besides, I've cheeted and have read reviews of the next two books and I'm dissapointed in the way things turn out. Nonetheless, a lot can be said about a book that is pretty much heart wrenching from beginning to end and yet, I still could not put it down. Most books like that I do put down. I have no qualms about snapping a book shut if it's too emotionally draining on me. So, I prefer to stay with my pseudo-happy ending after the first HG book and ignor the fact (SA) that Katniss is going to have to go back. She goes back?! And even though I liked the small changes seen in the trailers, (Cinna secretly giving Katniss the pin before the games was better than what's described in the book, IMO.) I will not go see the movie, either.

However, I am curious and will be looking forward to reading everyones reviews and feedback on the movie since I'm going to be about the only one on the planet sitting this one out. Enjoy the popcorn, bring tissues.