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Wednesday May 9, 2007(excerpted from The Guardian)

The French seem to have the perfect lifestyle: long lunches, short hours, great food and plenty of ooh-la-la. But their new president is determined to make them work harder, faster, more efficiently - just like the British and Americans. Merde alors, says Stuart Jeffries



It was perhaps the second glass of wine that did it. That, or the dessert of millefeuille aux poires. Or it could have been the blanquette, the bourguignon, the pot-au-feu or whatever Le Firmament in the Rue 4 Septembre in Paris's second arrondissement was offering as the day's special. Whatever. After lunch, I would stroll back to my office, shadowing my eyes from the 3.30pm sun, nod off at my desk over the lunchtime edition of Le Monde, to be awoken by my own snoring. Only then, with the proper morosité of a grumpy Frenchman, would I contemplate returning to work. Unless Nicolas from the economics agency across the courtyard came round and asked if I wanted to have a quick beer, which I often did. I had gone native: I didn't live to work, but worked to live. And live well.





Yes! I did not live to work but work to live 'coz there're whole lot of things for us to explore.  Today, I felt empty, busy like a bee but feeling empty.  Reading too many articles of insects, snakes, whales or global warming alerts me the sense of beening a member of Earth, even arises my guiltiness?  It's too difficult to come up with an answer.  Whoo~ I want to live well.



--to see more paragraphs about " goodbye to la belle France"--