Strikes in France
It seems that everyday there are strikes in France. Some are for good reasons and some are a little suspicious at best. I can’t bring myself to be always for them and not judge each one based on its merits. There was one at the beginning of April that I cannot remember what for, teachers maybe, that I thought was a legitimate reason to strike. It was on a Saturday morning I think. The trouble was that when we walked down Rue de Metz, a main thoroughfare, there was all kinds of trash associated with the strike left over. Not just the signs and banners but loads of confetti and paper streamers. I actually thought I had missed the upcoming Thai new year because that was how much garbage was on the ground. Sanitation workers should go on strike until they get paid time and a half to clean up after strikes. Strike organizers, shame on you!
That’s funny. If you didn’t know better, you’d think all French people have maids and never have to clean up their own mess.
So how was the mountains?
Strikes suck
Even my maid doesn’t clean up after herself.
Note to self, Get. New. Maid.
The mountains were glorious. The weather fluctuated between sun, clouds, cold, and the last day we even had about 4 inches of snow. The students were funny and interesting so we really had a nice time.