Regulating Life in France

I think I’m on to something about the French when it comes to this whole notion of correctness and the rules.  Yesterday’s post was about the misunderstandings that arise from the way the French follow codes of behaviour understood by them, but not necessarily everyone else.

Medication for jetlag

In France there are rules, regulations and standards galore. This sounds oppressive, and maybe it is. But it may also be what makes the culture so great. Let’s take our daily bread as a humble example. The downstairs baker, like the local cheese vendor, has been recognized as “Meilleur Ouvrier en France”. He makes a damned fine baguette in his boulangerie-artisanal, a type of operation that is completely controlled in terms of its recipes, ingredients, and products. This government regulation is fairly recent – a decade or so old – and came about when the classic approaches were giving way to frozen breads, concocted off-site. Rather than see their treasured baguette globalized and out-sourced, the authorities stepped in and a great  tradition continues.

Paris, this most beautiful of cities is nothing if not standardized. We all know the look.

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All we need do is change the clothes and switch out the coaches for cars and these paintings would be accurate depictions of Paris streets in 2014.

It is not a coincidence that nothing in central Paris has changed and that nothing is ugly. Nothing is permitted to be ugly. Even the gas pumps are banished underground, because a filling station is just too ugly a thing for citizens to look at. Even the glass of wine I am sipping is the result of a vintner following the rules of the appellation to the letter. The French are very, very good at creating beauty, creating deliciousness, and then they insist upon it. They believe there is a correct way to do things and once they arrive at that correct way, that is it.

I could go on. In French high school, my daughter was taught the one permissable way to take notes: subject title written in blue ink, underlined twice in red ink, subtitle, underlined once in red, notes follow,dictated by teacher. In the arts, the Salon system had the creation and marketing of fine art locked up tight in a control that began with the artist’s enrollment in the Institut de Beaux Arts, a rigid and formulaic program in which the artist copied works endlessly before being allowed any self-expression at all. He (women were not accepted) must then compete for prizes, and win them, if he were to have a great future. The painter David despaired of winning the Prix de Rome and wanted to kill himself after his third failed attempt (he won on the fourth). Then, throughout his career,  the artist must submit his works to a jury for selection in the great art show, the Paris Salon. There were no independent art dealers until the very end of the century, and tellingly, that started first in London

It all seems so exhausting, doesn’t it? Not to mention repressive. Is France a sort of OCD nation, obsessively and compulsively creating and enforcing elaborate, and neurotic,  rules? Yes (see evidence above), and also No,  because France is also very good at Revolution and when they shrug off their bonds and go crazy in the name of liberty they do it with a vengeance. Consider these Heads of Kings, ripped off the facade of Notre Dame because rioting citizens could no longer bear the thought of authority.

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I’m glad that the French have rules that are creating such a great quality of life for me and my husband in our Paris home. But in a way, I feel bad for the French, having to be under such pressure all the time. Do you know what I mean?




2 thoughts on “Regulating Life in France

  1. You’re a bit out of the way when you compare resistance against tyranny and liberty off little life rules . All these rules you mention are made to keep life good . Without regulations, in a decade there would be less and less good bread in France, for money making by trusts never goes with quality for the people . No traditional wine in no region within 50 years, ugly concrete ugliness anywhere in Paris, etc…
    Oppression ? Not at all, because the French always take liberty with the rules and the law.. You can’t know that, but while this unique institution called Académie Française have been regulating the official language for centuries, the imagination of the French people to express differently had no limit . There have been only in the XXth centuriy a dozen of complete slangs, complete languages, all of them originally born in a sphere of society . But beyond that, the colloquial, funny or poetic ways to say the smallest thing are legions .
    That’s how the French are : they want precise rules, because only these can prevent barbarity and gangsterism as in the USA, and they want the liberty to transgress them when they feel like it .
    That’s why on the road you see cars flashing their high beams to warn their fellows all united against the hatred police . I couldn’t live in Sweden or Switzerland . In France when I’m caught there’s always a hope I will manage with the cop in front or with any authority . It won’t be an inhuman mechanism as it is in Scandinavia or even Britain . I speak from experience .
    But regulations are needed, just like for a kid breeding . People who are now over 65 have been educated in the 50s/60s, in a rigid way : This didn’t prevent them from making a quasi revolution in May 68, and the 4 victorious French revolutions were achieved by people who underwent hard laws, while our nowadays teen-agers, submitted to nearly no rules, are in their majority completely useless in politics . They prefer loafing about with their virtual screens . I used to tell my son ” Not only your generation isn’t worth much for working, but neither for having a blast as we knew in the 60s/70s . This to say that the French way of dealing with rules is more a background which stimulates liberty than an obstacle . .The French people, the working class, has not much respect for authority and its rules, though understands the need of rules .
    It might seems contradictory, and it is, but this is the essence of Frenchness, which is an accumulation of contradictions .

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