Cookies in Unexpected Places

And while the cookies weren’t supplied by the French government, the ballot boxes were


Doesn’t the box look like it was designed by Philippe Starck?  Actually, for all know, it might have been.  Before the ballots are dropped into the box, they’re tucked into blue envelopes with “Republique de France” inscribed on the back.  Very classy.

While I was there – I was just keeping a friend company while she voted (and isn’t it great that you can vote on Sunday, when you might actually have time to get to the voting place) – one of the candidates came in.  You could tell immediately that he was a candidate: he didn’t kiss babies, but his scraf was wrapped around the collar of his coat in a just-so fashion and, while everyone else was dressed casually, having come from the outdoor market across the street, he was in a sport jacket and his shoes were freshly polished.  Only I, an American, was surprised to see that a candidate could campaign two centimeters from a voting booth.

What wasn’t a surprise was this sign


urging the assembled voters to toss campaign bulletins and all other paper into the hard-to-miss big brown bags, so that everything could be recycled.  The bags were great – they were the super-tall paper bags normally used to transport baguettes from bakeries to cafes.

When we left, I looked back and saw the name of the room we’d been in


In fact, the Salle Racine was right next to the Salle Moliere and down the hall from the Salle Lully.

Please, let me say it again: “Ah, the French.”

Dorie Greenspan