the french and the english

Some of the observations I have made about the relationship between the French and the English since arriving in the U.K. have been surprising to me.

I expected, as stereotypes have prevailed, that the Franco-Anglo symbiosis would be a frosty one. Especially, perhaps, as the relationship in Canada has been fraught with in-fighting and struggle.

But what I have seen, in person, and on reality television of British expats in France and cooking shows, is much more than begrudging respect or a sense of putting up with bad neighbours. The French and the Brits, in coy deference, are actually secretly smitten with each other.

Whereas I have seen Brits openly -- and quietly -- racist about people of colour at times, whenever they are paid attention to by the French they are flustered and proud. Even more surprisingly, the French appear genuinely taken aback by attentions from the Brits.

Perhaps this secret crush has emerged since the trials of World War II, never out of sight or remembrance in Europe, as that horror took place only sixty-plus years ago.

Whatever the reason, it is truly a case of 'vive la difference'.