And You’re Sure The Minitel Could’ve Gone Global

It’s interesting, and pleasing, when an “old” post suddenly re-attracts attention briefly – usually thanks to visitors coming in via searches such as Google.

You may not really know why they have exactly. However, that renewed attention may lead you to wonder if it could use a “repost.” Those work best, really, if the original was not “timely” and based on some particularly current issue, and especially if newer followers may have missed it the first time.

So why not? I posted this lighthearted piece back on Saturday, March 1, 2014. Now, as for today, October 2, 2015, have a good Friday…. wherever you are in the world. ๐Ÿ™‚

R. J. Nello

Intriguing web page that was shared with me yesterday:

17 signs your soul belongs in France

As with most such lists, some observations โ€“ even if trite โ€“ should ring a bell:

4. You can spot Americans in France from a mile away. Theyโ€™re wearing a t-shirt, and probably speaking English loudly, as if the reason theyโ€™re not being understood isnโ€™t the language barrier but that theyโ€™ve yet to make themselves sufficiently audible. Also, theyโ€™re likely smiling. Who does that?

Itโ€™s Saturday, so whether you are American, or not, letโ€™s, uh, risk a smile.

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Reading that paragraph, Woody Allen films immediately jump to mind; but noting Americansโ€™ distinctive national attire while traveling abroad is not all that new. That said, another giveaway, on men over โ€œage 55,โ€ is they are wearing white sneakers, blue jeans, and a baseball cap (sometimes with the name of aโ€ฆ

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