Unlike America, France has never been one to stretch their work hours and workaholic-ism is virtually unheard of. Whether it’s grocery stores closing at 8pm or banks taking a 3 hour lunch break, the good news is that stress certainly won’t be what kills the frenchman.
So, every Sunday when the city shuts down and my regular study nook at the library becomes inaccessible, I treat myself to some good old fashion coffee shop lounging.
This is the street just outside my new favorite joint, The Bookworm Café, all decked out in holiday cheer. To truly appreciate this experience, you have to also image in the smell of fresh baked bread and the sound of christmas carols coming from the café.
This can’t be real.