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Surprise!

My roommate just came home from a month-long internship on a farm in the south. She brought home a souvenir.

Julie has a little lamb.

FYI, that is not blood on his back as I worried. It’s an M for Male. It is, however, his own poo on his head because he spent 8 hours in that cardboard box in the car.

The best part is that for lack of a baby bottle, he gets fed milk from a beer bottle.

Baaaahhrrr.

Common sense spoiler alert: he will not be shitting around—oh, pardon me, I mean sitting around—our apartment. He is going to live among the ewes on Julie’s grandparent’s farm. I really wish I could see the looks she’ll get when she takes him on the train tonight…

Why I call it Angry Town

Because Americans imagine France as a magical wonderland where buttery pastries grow on trees, Edith Piaf and Serge Gainsbourg wander around singing, and smoking is actually good for you, I’ve probably come across as a privileged brat for having so many complaints lately.

Allow me to explain.

When I arrived seven months ago, I had a predictable-but-satisfying honeymoon period. Angers came off really nice at first, like the popular girl who just pretends to befriend the new kid at school. I hadn’t spent time anywhere else in France, so I didn’t really know any better.

That changed after my magical trip with Jeffrey, when I realized that the handful of things I like about Angers—bakeries, speaking French, and the farmer’s market—were things I could find anywhere and everywhere in France, without the side dish of snottiness Angers serves ice cold. I was particularly dazzled with Rennes and Lyon. Granted, spending a night somewhere is entirely different from living there, but I believe there’s a lot to be said for the je ne sais quoi feeling you get in a place. In Angers, je sais exactly the quoi: constantly feeling that I’m being scorned because I whistle while I bike and don’t carry a Longchamp bag.

Angers is thoroughly straight, white, preppy, Catholic, and socially and politically conservative.

Exhibit A: Last Friday, a group of young people wearing pig masks barged into a city council meeting to protest the building of a mosque. (News brief in French here.)

Exhibit B: Their protest was fairly commonplace for this area, because Angers is a stronghold of the Front National, which is essentially France’s Tea Party. Check out their terrifying anti-choice, pro-capital punishment, anti-immigrant platform here.

Exhibit C: About a week ago, the dog poop problem reached unprecedented levels of foul. I counted 12 piles on my walk to work, less than half a mile away.

Does that clear things up a bit?