Heels vs. Baldy-Beard
Here's a narrative of an experience from a few weeks back...
It was a day like any other. Christine and I were heading out to the supermarché to get some groceries and I decided I wanted to wear my black heels. They're the only pair of high heels I brought with me to France, and I don't often subject myself to walking for miles on cobblestone streets in them... but since it was just a quick trip, I figured it would be fine. (On a side note... French women wear heels a lot. I don't know how they do it...) We took the bus down to our local Monoprix and did our shopping. After we checked out, we walked over to the bus stop to catch a bus home. That was when I realized the error of my decision to wear heels that day. The bus was nearly full, so there wasn't anywhere to sit, so that meant that we would need to stand. Another small detail was the bus driver... Baldy-Beard, as we've dubbed him. He's one of the regular drivers on our bus line, and has the tendency to drive fast and stop quickly. He also has a red beard and is bald, hence his name. Sometimes I picture him with an eye-patch and pirate's hat... Anyways, from the moment I saw he was driving, it was like I had been issued a challenge. Would I be able to stay upright? Would my bags of groceries survive? (Yes, it really was that dramatic in my mind...) I'm glad to say that I did, in fact, survive the trip unscathed and feeling accomplished. Oh, the joy's of public transportation.
Hope that you all enjoyed this little snippet of daily life here in Marseille. :)
It was a day like any other. Christine and I were heading out to the supermarché to get some groceries and I decided I wanted to wear my black heels. They're the only pair of high heels I brought with me to France, and I don't often subject myself to walking for miles on cobblestone streets in them... but since it was just a quick trip, I figured it would be fine. (On a side note... French women wear heels a lot. I don't know how they do it...) We took the bus down to our local Monoprix and did our shopping. After we checked out, we walked over to the bus stop to catch a bus home. That was when I realized the error of my decision to wear heels that day. The bus was nearly full, so there wasn't anywhere to sit, so that meant that we would need to stand. Another small detail was the bus driver... Baldy-Beard, as we've dubbed him. He's one of the regular drivers on our bus line, and has the tendency to drive fast and stop quickly. He also has a red beard and is bald, hence his name. Sometimes I picture him with an eye-patch and pirate's hat... Anyways, from the moment I saw he was driving, it was like I had been issued a challenge. Would I be able to stay upright? Would my bags of groceries survive? (Yes, it really was that dramatic in my mind...) I'm glad to say that I did, in fact, survive the trip unscathed and feeling accomplished. Oh, the joy's of public transportation.
Hope that you all enjoyed this little snippet of daily life here in Marseille. :)
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