This is probably true but let's face it, a rant about the craziness of a particular incident, the result of some shoulder-shrugging, eye-rolling, pfft-saying fonctionnaire who is indifferent to your very real complaint is a lot more interesting that me warbling on about the joys of passing the time of day with Benoit the Boulanger.
But in the interests of balance, let me tell you that we spent a very pleasant evening. We sat outside in the incredibly balmy air until 10pm eating delicious tapas and admiring the swarthy thighs of the waitress who got an extra tip as a result. The little square was full of happy folk all enjoying their Friday night drinking and eating, un-bothered by traffic or other disturbance.
After lingering awhile chatting, we left and went to the ice-cream bar for dessert, mine a cone of heaven in the shape of passion fruit sorbet and Madagascar bitter chocolate ice-cream. We mooched down towards the Place de la Comédie where tourists and locals (presumably) filled the square and watched the various street artists. Lovely.
Living in the south of France has some advantages - evenings out like that being one although the essential ingredient to my full enjoyment was being with my friends. Had I been on my own it wouldn't have been half as pleasant. I think you can make the most of anywhere as long as you have good friends. If you have no friends, life is hell whether you're on an island paradise or the middle of Slough.
So thank you my friends for reminding me that life is good, even here in France where that lunatic Hollande is doing his best to destroy the Frenchness of France and who has recently been voted the world's worse politician. I'm making the most of it while I can... I promise...