"In the end, what is French art de vivre, really?"
The other day, Robinson asked me, "you always talk about the art of French living, but what is it, in fact?"
I told him, “What do you you think it is?”
"I don’t know really, products that we eat, old things, beautiful things, natural things..."
Then, after thinking, I realized that the idea was not easy to explain or understand. Angela, my Taiwanese friend, likes to come to France each year to, "get a taste of the French art of living." It is “a poetic experience," she said.
"For me, the art of living is found everywhere in life in France. It's a way of life, a way of being. It is an abstract idea, in fact, a concept.”
The French touch is our natural charm.
The art of French living is a land, an atmosphere, an attitude, an elegance. Creativity, imagination, refinement, discretion.
The art of French living is craftsmen who make beautiful things with passion, know-how and tradition.
The art of French living is unostentatious luxury (as an aside, to speak of luxury in France is a bit uncooth).
The art of French living is also good manners, rules of etiquette and propriety. People are always judged on how they carry themselves at the table.
We do not say “bon appetit” or “pleased to meet you.” One does not cut his salad with a knife, and does not put his elbows on the table.
Americans say they like the apparent simplicity of our way of life: "chic.”
“And then, there are so many worlds in which to reveal the art of French living. I'll tell you."
"But in the end, what is the art of French living, really?” "It's many things in fact. The Eiffel Tower too, then?"