I don't mean to always be slightly critical of France. Really, I'm in love with France, but I guess the eye-rolling, "oh, the french" moments are easiest to point out since all of the lovely things that I love about being here are more general: everyday attitudes and pretty places.
With that disclaimer, I had another funny little encounter with a French family.
This time it was a hot, fancy French mom with two trendy little girls in the H&M underwear section. The littlest girl was sort of shifting back and forth to the music in a kind of heavy, more like imitating a monkey than dancing way. At first her mom just asked sort of flatly "what are you doing, are you dancing?" The girl didn't answer, just kept going with her caveman moves. The mother looked at her again and said "c'est atroce" (that's atrocious.")
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