Traffic circles AND French drivers
Until you have been on the roundabout in the middle of Paris, France, you haven’t lived (err, almost died).
I was with a seasoned French woman driver of roundabouts and that’s the worst kind because they jam their foot on the gas and brake at the same time, alternating those at the speed of light. It was frightful.
Then we had to get our bags out of the hotel and there was no place to park, so she parked in a driving lane in front of the hotel. We threw our bags in the car, all the while a police car was two cars back of us with screaming siren going trying to get to us because we were blocking that lane of traffic jammed with cars.
We took off in the car and I don’t know what happened to the cop car.
Then, another day, after shopping for china, she is driving us through the Alps and it’s two lanes made out of one lane, and there is a sheer drop off to eternity on my side. She is driving in the middle since it’s so narrow, going around blind curves at this fast speed. I am thinking the beautiful china I just bought is going to end up off the mountain along with me if a car comes around the bend.
French drivers are nuts.
Or Rome...