At the origin of this blog were two texts that I sent to Marina already almost 3 years ago. One is called "Les faux pas" and is today the most widely read text of this blog. Yet, another text which prompted Marina to encourage me to continue writing was a small story about the Christmas spirit and the atmosphere in Paris during this time of the year. It's a bit the genesis of everything that has been developed in this space for exchange and sharing. Then, here it is:

Snow, fir trees, skating rinks and regional recipes... Everything is done to put the Parisians in a festive atmosphere. I often say that the best time to visit Paris is Summer, but the city is just as beautiful during Winter, despite the cloudy sky. Indeed, log cabins, ice sculptures, tobogganing or ice skating rinks in altitude have been installed in various locations throughout the city.

The Parisians, but also tourists, can slide on the first floor of the Eiffel tower, at 57m high, on an ice rink installed for the occasion. The success of this attraction makes many people wait in the long winter wind. Fortunately, another outdoor rink is open, free to the public, directly in front of City Hall.

A multitude of replicas of the finest monuments in the world (Mount St-Michel, Montmartre, Big Ben...) were conducted with hundreds of tons of ice. They are also exposed on the Champs-Elysees where is held at the same time the traditional Christmas market. Actually, more than a dozen Christmas markets appear throughout the city to celebrate the holidays. For a gourmet break and warm up with mulled wine. After Paris Plage, here is Paris Mountain! Furthermore, you can also enjoy the great wheel of the Place de la Concorde, just down the Champs-Elysees. Or the huge tree, more than 20m high, sitting in front of Notre Dame. With all the street decorations and shop windows, Paris deserves its nickname of "City of Light".

However, snow falls in abundance and the city can also turn into a nightmare for traffic. Parisians don't seem to really know how to manage this kind of situation, which brings real mess sometimes. Especially since this winter is one of the coldest we've ever known in recent decades.

Who would have thought that this little description of a moment of life have led me to write many more. I thought that today was a good time to expose this story and thus put an end to the blog. As we say in French : "la boucle est bouclée" (we have come full circle). Some say I'm crazy to stop, quitting now while the blog has never been so read is absurd. However, it's been a while that I'm fighting against the fear of the blank page, that my desire to write seems to disappear more and more. Sometimes it's useless to go against nature or turn a blind eye.

Therefore, no tears or regrets. But a big thank you to Marina, without whom none of this would have happened. A special thank you to my friend and sister Renata, who joined me along the way and helped me give life to the blog. A thank you to all of you who took some time to read my adventures, my thoughts, who could stand my humor or witty remarks sometimes. Thank you to all those who have inspired me and led me to reflect and develop my vision of the world.

A few days ago, Sonya, a friend of mine, sent a very nice and funny little poem. Actually, it did inspire me afterwards. Indeed, every time your friends and acquaintances celebrate their birthday, you try to find lovely, funny or original words. But, it's often a challenge and not easy to do. And most of the time, the result is only something plain and classic. Therefore, here are some words that could be adequate for such an occasion:

Happy birthday! Enjoy this day and don’t eat too much cake without me,

The best way to enjoy your Birthday each year is to keep getting more gifts but never remember your age.

Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest.

Amazing that you were once a helpless little child, but now you're a giant helpless person! Have fun blowing out all the candles on your cake!

I wish to send thousands words to you... But I'll reduce them only in 3 magical words! WHERE’S THE PARTY??? And what did you think? Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to you! May your troubles be as few and far between as my grandmother's teeth!

Wishing your Facebook wall is filled with wishes from people you have never met!

May all your birthday wish come true.

This summer was an opportunity to discover a new country, Poland (Polska). I still remember with what enthusiasm I jumped on the plane, how excited I was to set foot in this remote and totally unknown country. And so, what fun I had to finally visit my dear accomplice of this blog, Renata. You should know that Eastern or central Europeans (the geographical position of Poland on the European continent seems to be a sensitive topic) have mindsets that are closer to us than Asian people, but their ethnocultural roots distinguish them from Latin and Anglo-Saxons. The Polish is defined as a Slavic person.

So, in the heatwave of the end of July, it was destination Cracow. Known as the episcopal seat of Karol Wojtyla before his accession to the papacy and become John Paul II, the city is considered as one of the most beautiful in Europe. It is in fact one of the first cities to join the List of World Heritage Site in 1978, with its historic center. With its 756,000 inhabitants, Cracow is now the second largest city of the country. Also located on the banks of the Vistula river, it was the capital from 1040 until 1596. It remains today the "cultural and intellectual heart" of Poland. Some would say that having seen Cracow before Warsaw, I might find the latter less beautiful if I have the opportunity to return to Poland. But I'm sure I still have a lot to do, a lot of attractions to find here and there: beautiful historic monuments, colorful facades, beautiful parks...

But the Grand-Market Square of Cracow, Wow! What a nice place. The historic city center is an outstanding example of medieval architecture. Around the market square, the largest in Europe after St. Mark's Square in Venice, there are many palaces, churches, well-preserved historic homes.

And what animation! In addition to traditional souvenir shops, there is in this place dozens of stalls selling various products, handicrafts and "tourist trap." There are also clownish characters, with their shows, trying to attract attention and a few coins, not to mention the horse drivers that are around the place, looking for customers.

   

          
The whole creates a unique atmosphere where many people come to stroll while chatting with friends, meeting over a beer in one of the many cafes that are around the place. This is a very touristy town where you hear a multitude of languages ​​and sometimes even a little too French. I wondered during some short moments if I really left Paris. Fortunately, that feeling was short-lived.

Near the Grand-Place market, do not forget to especially visit the Wawel Royal Castle, a typical Renaissance building overlooking the Vistula. Its blend of architecture and interior wealth will not leave you indifferent. You will discover several exhibitions, including a very impressive: the Armory. Inside the castle is also the Cathedral, a Gothic monument built around the year 1000.

                                     

Also, the Jagiellonian University, founded in 1364 and considered like the Sorbonne in Poland attracts students from everywhere including overseas and it gives the city an air of youth. This university counts among its former, Nicolas Copernicus and Pope John Paul II.

Moreover, another part of the city with terraced cafes atmosphere seem to be trendy: Kazimierz, the Jewish quarter. In addition to its historical significance, it is now an area rich in art galleries, cafes and restaurants galleries.

 

Also around the city, you could schedule a visit to Auchswitz-Birkenau camp. Too heavy emotionally for me to try. So, on the advice of Renata's father, I pulled on a visit to another historic site but completely different: the Wieliczka salt mine, which is apparently "one of the most amazing trips" of Europe.

Located about 10 kms from the city, this place is part of the UNESCO heritage and is really amazing. Well, you'll certainly not visit this place more than once, but to come to Cracow and to ignore it would be a sort of aberration. The mine tour allows you to see the first 135 meters underground on the existing 300. Therefore, refrain claustrophobic! The descent through hundreds of steps and vision of this depth are rather impressive. You will have to descent patiently and go down, down, down again without seeing the end. Rest assured, for the return, an elevator ascends to the surface in no time! We then visited many rooms in galleries divided along 2 kms.

                 

Since its inception in 1772, these rooms are the result of the extraction of salt. They were carved to give sets that are difficult to believe that they are so deep underground and they were created with so little technical instruments during that time. The most spectacular achievement is undoubtedly the Chapel of St. Kinga.

                                 

                                

From floor to ceiling, everything is made ​​entirely of salt. On the walls, you'll then see sculptures, reliefs, statues.

The city of Cracow is small but it has an obvious charm. The sunshine was more than present and I took colors. Those who know me never believe me when I tell them that, and yet... In conclusion, those days have finally seemed very short to discover the soul of a nation. Maybe we'll try to say a word about it in a next article. A country can not be explained, neither a city, a street, a park and so on. It can be written if needed. At best, it is photographed, but mostly it is lived. Usually, they say that you have to leave to have a better return. I hate this feeling at the highest point, when you feel that what you enjoyed will not happen again. Not never again, but not before some (long) time. Because we don't know when, because there's a damn question mark on the next date. But for sure, I'll be back!

Several weeks ago, I decided to live a first and unusual experiment: make a mini European tour by bus. Actually, the craziest thing was to do it with a group of Russians while I do not speak a word of the language. Yes, either I'm a little crazy or a real adventurer. But, the truth was my Russian friend wanted to spend her last vacation in Europe and it was a chance to enjoy it together.

I will not here paint a postcard of the various places visited, but I will point out the cultural differences that I faced. Indeed, the language barrier and the fruit of this experience favoring the observation of these rather special beings.

This was however not the first time I hung out with Russians. I even made ​​a short trip to Moscow in the past (see "A Stranger in Moscow"). But, I soon forgot something that still remains: to live with them requires determination, flexibility, an open mind and lots of patience. So, I joined this group of Russian tourists when they arrive in Paris for an adventure that would take me to the coast of French Riviera, Florence-Rome-Venice in Italy, and finally back to Paris from Vienna in Austria. A journey of almost two full weeks of memories, unusual and informative experience for a French intruder.

Naturally, this group of about thirty people was surprised to see a young French, not speaking their language, come and share this experience with them. Who would not? So I was aware of and prepare for two things :

-          don't expect them to smile at you. It is not customary to talk or smile at strangers, so don't interpret this behavior as coldness or unfriendliness.  

-          don’t hesitate to open your soul to them. You will then be acknowledged and considered as part of the group.

Think American tourists and many would answer: loud, overweight, doesn’t speak any language other than English and totally ignorant, excluding information that he or she picked up in a Lonely Planet guide.

Think Japanese tourists and many would say: loaded with the latest models of the most expensive photographic equipment to take smiling pictures everywhere; almost always travels in large groups.

So how does a Russian tourist behave? And why do they keep fueling bad images of their countries by behaving inappropriately abroad?

Actually, over the past few years, holidays abroad have become more accessible for more and more Russian tourists. This has increased the flow of tourists from Russia who visited Europe for the first time (even if their main destinations still remained in Turkey and Egypt) without knowing how to behave. So, it raised a lot of different stereotypes :

-          They often say that the Russian tourist is arrogant. Russians also never apologize when they push you on the street or in public transport. You are lucky if you are not yelled at instead.

-          Russians don't usually say "please" or "thank you".

-          One more feature of Russians is eternal discontent. You can recognize a Russian tourist everywhere by the bored and unsatisfied expression. They like to keep their stoic Slavic facade.

-        When they say they are from Russia, people say two things: 'It's cold, and you've got bears.' One could then respond: 'Look, I know everything about your country. Perhaps you should try and find out a bit about mine.' " Or, is it only a myth within a myth: Russians believe that Americans believe that bears walk the streets in Moscow, but this myth of a myth might be a purely Russian invention. Americans actually believe all the bears in Russia are dead.

-         You could also hear stories about Russians calling to book a hotel, but the manager refused to give them a room when he realized they are from Russia.

Fortunately, I didn’t feel or experience any of these bad stereotypes during the trip with my group. Also, having a Russian friend at my side contributed greatly to my adoption by the group. Verbal exchanges were unfortunately very brief because few of them spoke English. Nevertheless, I was able to make friends with a charming young couple and chat regularly with two to three other people who could speak the language of Shakespeare. Therefore, the first observation: apart from the young generation, don’t expect Russians to speak English.

When you hear two Russians speak on the phone, you often feel that they’re fighting because they talk so loud or abruptly. But they are not. And, there is a thing I need to confess: like many other French people, I’m sometimes late. French people are never late, they're just nearly on time. It’s only after 15 minutes that it can be notified as being late. While visiting the city of Florence, I once took a wrong way and we got lost, my Russian friend and I, at the time of returning to our bus. So, we were really running late. Here is the second observation: Russians may not hesitate to criticize any of your mistakes, whether small or big. And, it’s done openly and clearly.  Even the most patient of you will test this lack of tact or diplomacy.

Another thing I had ever seen before and that has been confirmed. French men, whether traveling as a couple or with friends, don’t hesitate to leave their girlfriends/wives to choose and decide what to do or where to go. Is it pure laziness not to be the only one responsible for any wrong choice or is it because French women always look for a certain parity in the absence of equality? Russian women are a bit different. The third observation: with Russian families and couples, the man should always know how to decide. He must be strong or have character. In short, being reassuring such a pillar. This is why some Russian women find French men too effeminate. Moreover, some Russian men are convinced that feminism has led to the collapse of the West, and Russia's historical mission: resist.

Nevertheless, French people have the image of intelligent persons. But, if they can’t answer many questions on places or objects that are supposed to be familiar to them but in which they absolutely pay none attention, they are quickly considered as ignorant, like someone who ultimately doesn’t reach the scholar image. A lack of interest or confidence can then be easily seen. The fourth observation: are Russians really more demanding towards people who do not share the same culture?

Russian tourists, meanwhile, complain that they are often treated as second-class citizens. They concede that Russians like drinking but say their ubiquitous national reputation for drunkenness is undeserved. "There are stereotypes about Russians which are caused by a few oligarchs and have nothing to do with how the vast majority behave," said one of them. Sharing snacks and drinks with some of the people of the group at night was one of the best and more pleasant moment of the trip. So, taking the time to chat, always learning more about their culture, smiling at their funniness, feeling their kindness through the thoughtful gestures despite the barrier of language. Fifth observation : they naturally and constantly pour you a drink, so you can’t have an empty glass.  Although Russian people make toasts with practically every sip of a drink, they usually say a unique toast every time. If you want to make a toast with them, stick with "За Вас!" (Za vas!), which means « To you » and is very acceptable. You may miss drinking with Russians.

Only a child and a teenager were part of our group during this European trip. And some came with their grand-parents. Sixth observatory : through this and previous experiments, I liked the fact that kids are a natural part of everyone’s life, rather than a special, perfectly-planned project. Family is something so much important with Russians compared to the individualism of some occidental countries.

The end of my trip was a moment of excuse to take a picture with the whole group.  Actually, many wanted to have a picture of the group, so it lasted a while but it was quite fun. All along this travel, some may have hated foreigners, but others were very welcoming. Some may have been closed and afraid, but others were very friendly, open and curious. Will I ever travel again like that ? That’s not sure because it’s quite tiring. Will I ever travel with Slavic ? Here is my last thought : as long as we succeed to talk, I think I’ve become strong and comprehensive enough to continue and suffer a bit more among some of them. Russians are also extremely emotional and passionate, and although they don't show emotion in public, they can cry and laugh and shout and play more than Italians. Therefore, it's just all about respect and having a knowledge of basic etiquette wherever you are.

by R.R.&G.