Well no, not really…
I have always disliked the run up to Christmas. In the UK shortly after Easter you start seeing adverts for the following Christmas, and then anytime from late September to October the Christmas machine kicks in with full force.
Monotonously pumping out renditions of Christmas songs past, like the ghost of Marley tormenting a modern day Scrooge, with nightmares of previous Christmas Shopping.
So here in France, I genuinely haven’t noticed the build up to Christmas this year. I haven’t heard Slade, Band Aid or even Cliff Richard once, but I have noticed that the shops are all slowly turning shades of Green and Red…
That is, until last weekend.
That is when we decided to go to the Shopping centre at La Defence, admittedly it isn’t normally as busy as les halles but a mistake all the same.
We didn’t go to buy any presents but to go shopping and pick up the card for our wedding invitations.
On arrival we were lulled into a false sence of security as the escalators to the centre were flowing steadily and not too many people in sight.
Then we got to the top of the stairs, past the point of no return…

At least there was not any continual Christmas music reminding people why they were doing this, or if there was you couldn’t hear it abouve the noise of the crowds.
So after finding the card, and at the till being stunned to find that two of the pens we bought were almost €10 each (this ex-Branson store decided to remove the price tags on almost everything) we went once again to the fore.
I can only imagine what was going through the minds of all these parents looking for the French equivalent of the Go Go Hamster until outside that Green facia’d coffee shop I saw the animal world version of Christmas Shopping.

This is a picture of rats with wings (pigeons) fighting over the last bit of a chocolate brownie…
Doesn’t it make you feel good that as advanced as we are (well, like to think we are) we are like the lowly pigeon, but instead of battling to get the last bit of food we are fighting over the last whatever-it-is-that-will-be-forgotten-in-two-weeks-or-when-we-have-to-find-that-little-screwdriver-to-insert-the-battery.
Merry Christmas!

