There are no slobs in France.
OK, this might be a bit of an overstatement. Perhaps this: There are few slobs in France. Or this: France—no flip flops allowed. Either way, based on an admittedly small sample, the French have it all over us Americans when it comes to dress. They just seem to care more. Especially the women. In Paris, of course, this is expected. But we visited smaller towns such as Carcassonne, Orange, Arles, Carpentras, and Annecy and in each of those towns, for the most part, it was the same: slender, elegant, and well-put-together women striding confidently down the street. Men too, were generally slender and neat. The first thing I saw when we returned to O’Hare in Chicago? Flip flop shod, pajama bottom & sweat shirt-wearing men and women shuffling to the gates. Not once did I see this in France.
What’s this got to do with anything? Well, it just gives me more motivation to continue my weight loss effort (how do they do it with such great food everywhere?) and an appreciation for all the folks in the blogosphere (and here on Tumblr) that are driving up our level of care.