Doreen Porter who lives in St. Antonin is a funny perceptive writer. Read below and click on her profile if you want more.
Taken from I is for Illuminated Salt and Pepper Pots (and other everyday essentials) by Doreen Porter: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/doreenporter
P is for Parking
Nous sommes dans de beaux draps maintenant — We're in a fine mess now
Some car parks and roadside parking spots demand you pay at a machine or display a disk issued by the town hall (it generally doesn’t matter which town hall, all the disks seem to be the same). All you need remember is that the only time you risk a fine is in the height of summer in a busy tourist area outside lunchtime.
At first sight, it might seem difficult to find a parking space in a place you don’t know, but here are some tips. Basically you can park anywhere, including:
1. On a pedestrian crossing.
4. Too close to a neighbouring car; this is fine as long as both cars have sunroofs that can be used as exit routes. If, however, you have an elderly passenger who can’t be extricated this way, look for a parent and child parking space — nowhere does it specify ages.
5. Obstructing a busy thoroughfare, causing several Norbert Dentressangle lorries to take a 50km detour.
When you return to you car — with any luck it will be in the same place you left it, give or take a shunt of a few metres — you are likely to find a plethora of advertising leaflets stuck under your windscreen wipers. These are usually printed on garish yellow paper (only official notices can be printed on white paper) and advertise anything from vide greniers [garage sales], to a bingo session where you can win a live goat, or an invitation to a tea dance. On every leaflet is an exhortation not to drop it on the public highway. And no one does. Some rules are there to be obeyed.
