Today is hot. It’s Summer. I’m not getting much sleep in this heat. I must be having delusions. It’s time for a weird Summer film from Australian director Peter Weir: LES VOITURES QUI ONT MANGÉ PARIS
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Birds of prey in your car, that’s what. Bentley decides to place a perch for your carnivorous hunter in their automobile’s interior
Today in France, high school seniors got the results of their final exams. A passing grade on the baccalaureate is needed to go on to college. It’s a gruelling process, with 4-hour written tests each for widely diverse subjects like philosophy, math, science, literature, history, geography and at least two other languages besides French. None of the questions are multiple-choice. Even the math answers must be written out. You can have the right result, but get the answer wrong because you didn’t explain how you got there. In addition, there are 2-4 oral exams on these subjects, where you’re asked to give a speech and answer questions about it. Two of these speeches are in different foreign languages. Bless the kids who’ve gone through this ordeal over three weeks in late June, in classrooms well above 30-degrees celsius sometimes. Despite the obstacles, 80% of the 700 000 candidats pass.
But if you think that’s tough, try getting your French driver’s license. Twice as many people 1.44 million try the ‘code’ each year. In the Paris region, less than 50% succeed. How can that be? It’s only 40 questions, multiple choice. I know, right? But it’s so much more difficult than that. To learn how, check out the book French License.
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In honor of America’s Independence Day, I pulled this picture from my archives.
Did you ever see something so out of place that you had to stare? We’re in this medieval town of Riquewihr, in Alsace. Go ahead, say it. In Alsace. Get it out of your system. In Alsace. Joe was in Alsace!
Anyway, it’s a quaint little village that time forgot, with cobblestone streets and tiny shops. It’s Easter. Metal eggs are hung from the trees like they do in Germany. Families are out for a quiet stroll. Turning the corner, I see this thing.
Now, pickup trucks are unheard of in France. But a dually? Some local must’ve had a thing for US muscle. His ride was big and loud and had the American flag painted on the side in big long stripes. I barely had time to get out the camera and snap this before his mufflers thundered by.
In Germany, you can drive nude, as long as you’re wearing shoes.
In the UK, it’s permitted to pee on the side of the freeway.
In Luxembourg, you are required to have windshield wipers, but not required to have a windshield.
What strange road laws are there in France? Read my book French License to find out!