Our favorite French moments

Ten years ago this week, we moved to France. But the love affair, for me at least, started 47 years ago with Christmas in Paris. Then between 1992 and our move, Bill and I vacationed here nearly every year, exploring 450 different villages and cities—first by rental car, and now by train. Inspired by blog reader Gary, we’re celebrating our 10-year residency anniversary by looking back at some of the “experiences” that define this beautiful country for us. In no particular order, here are ten adventures we think many others would enjoy.

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Dead giveaway

Years ago we were second in line at a car rental agency here in Carcassonne directly behind another customer with whom the transaction was conducted in French. As we approached the counter, the agent immediately said to us, in English, “Hello, may I help you?” We had not yet said a word out loud, not even an accented Bonjour, yet we were clearly identifiable as English speakers and maybe even as Americans. But how did he know? An article from the Huffpost might provide some clues. It’s entitled, “23 Telltale Signs Someone Is American, According To Europeans”.

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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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