Don’t mention it

My guess is that many of us have been in the following situation, especially around the holidays such as Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Day—or maybe all three! You’re at the dinner table with members of your family, many of whom you haven’t seen in a while. Everyone is looking forward to a meal that has been in preparation for hours, plus hearing all the news from your siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles. When there’s a lull in the conversation, someone tries to be helpful and asks for opinions about the latest election, the role of the Church, or why a certain relative chose not to join you that evening. There’s a spontaneous intake of breath, sideways glances, a cough, and a sudden interest in those glasses of wine on the table. It seems that this isn’t unique to the US. According to a survey that was highlighted in our local newspaper, awkward discussions can happen during the fêtes in France as well.

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Passport, ID card, birth certificate

Out of context, if you’d heard today’s blog post title abruptly spoken it might seem that somebody was in big trouble much like a police officer asking for your driver’s license and car registration. However, for those who’ve recently become French citizens, this trio (and more) represents the official welcome package to their new national identity. In June 2021 I submitted my request to become French and in February 2025 my wish was granted. Immediately I applied for the documents mentioned above and within a month they were in my possession. Still, I was hoping for an official ceremony and, sure enough, the invitation for that arrived a month ago, summoning me to the Préfecture (federal building) last week.

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French kids

Bill and I don’t have any children but our friends and neighbors do so we still get some exposure to the behavior of young people here. Our friend, Larry, sent us a link to a story that was in the Huff Post with the title of “5 Key Differences Between Parenting In The U.S. And France”. Author Marie Holmes refers to an Instagram story by American moms Annabel and Dale who noted some differences about how children are brought up here from what they were used to in the US. Their observations matched ours and we had even written about one of the standouts—4 course school lunches—in a blog post years ago. Let’s see what else they found to be different.

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I’m French, officially!

You might say Franco-American but that reminds me of a spaghetti product from days gone by so I think I’ll stick with French and American. Once you have lived continuously in France for 5 years you can apply for citizenship and you wait several months to see if your application will be accepted. With that accomplished, you then wait a year or 3 or 5, depending on where in the country you live, to be summoned to an interview by an immigration officer who must confirm that you are integrated into French society. A few months after that, assuming everything goes as planned, your name appears in the Journal Officiel (the US version would be the Congressional Record) and “suddenly” you’re French.

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Buying a washing machine

When we made the big move across the Atlantic, we sold our house in the US completely furnished. That was a practical choice for several reasons: it wasn’t necessary to have a huge garage sale to get rid of the furnishings of a 4000 ft² (371 m²) house; we didn’t have to ship all of that across the ocean and try to squeeze it into a 1000 ft² (93 m²) house here; and all of those electrical appliances weren’t going to work in France anyway. What that did mean, however, was that once we had decided on a maison to buy we then had to fill it with living room, dining room, and bedroom furniture plus the all-important kitchen. That was 8 years ago and if you’ve had experience with household machinery, you know what’s coming next.

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A wedding in Paris

That title says it all, doesn’t it? No, it wasn’t us but a couple of whom we’ve become very fond. Baptiste is the great grandson of our 105-year-old neighbor and although he and the new bride live in Paris, they’re in Carcassonne at least monthly for a visit. Naturally they wanted “Mamie” (the French diminutive for Grandmother) to be present on one of the most important days in their lives. It was an honor that Bill and I were invited and we were interested to see how this big event compared to American weddings as well as what we’d seen on TV and read in books regarding the traditions of the ceremony.

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Does this make me look French?

Ben, the editor of the online newspaper The Local France tells the funny story of his first visit to a doctor in this country. He had gone in with a sore throat but soon found himself naked, on all-fours on the floor, scrambling to collect the coins that had fallen out of his trouser pockets and rolled under the doctor’s desk. Knowledge, or lack of in this case, was the problem since Ben had not yet perfected his language skills (“take off your shirt” doesn’t mean “take off everything”) and he didn’t know that practitioners might give you an overall exam even if your ailment seems limited to one spot in your body. Accompanying this story was an article with several points on how to feel more at home in France.

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