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Traveling by Bus in Southern France

View of the interior of the bus to Nice.  Today we spent the whole day studying maps and learning to ride the bus.  I haven't really used a bus to get around since college but now I have new motivation.  In the US, the people who travel by bus are often in a bad mood about it, the routes are limited, and the wait can be substantial.  I didn't care for it and that was in a town where I could read all the street signs or could just ask if I was completely lost.  Here I might as well be an illiterate-deaf-mute.

   Its really not so bad though.  More people ride the bus in France, many of whom are elderly, so everyone is more courteous and patient.  I watched the bus driver wait for one fellow as he started to get off then returned to his seat to get his cellphone.  In the US the driver would have probably have sped off or at least offered verbal abuse.  Because the busses are used, there is support for them, so the routes have expanded to cover most places you might choose to travel--which makes the bus usable and makes people respect them (Note the bus at left has drapes.  In the US these would have been ripped to shreds after the first time the bus driver sped off to annoy a passenger who was probably already in a bad mood.)  It is a little disconcerting at first to not know which bus to get on or which stop to get off but the choices are finite.  Bus travel reduces one's world to a discrete set of time-space events that can be grasped independent of how they are related.  The winding route through town and the confusing intersections are reduced to a line on the schedule with a series of dots to represent destinations.  You step into a door at one location and step out of the same door at a new location.  If you are at the wrong stop you merely wait to try again.  I do feel like an illiterate deaf-mute but I can assume that no one can tell.  I met a Brazilian today who doesn't speak any French but gets along with just English (I assume that not many people in Southern France speak Portuguese).  He did get lost on his first day here when he loaded his luggage and his wife onto a train and then got left behind without any ticket, money, phone, or passport.  The train people said they couldn't help him, wouldn't send him on for free and wouldn't let him sleep in the station.  In the morning the police were much more attentive when they found him sleeping on the ground outside.  I guess his wife finally came and got him.  In any case, he seemed to have survived the experience in good humor and didn't show any direct signs of mental trauma.  I guess I can be as resilient. 

  It is fortunate that I am studying art because I am basically open to learning from whatever odd set of circumstances get thrown at me.  If you can't read, understand or speak the language you come to rely on sight and internal cues.  It seems normal that the little bit of fear and feelings of inadequacy for not being capable of such a mundane thing as finding ones way home is helpful in heightening one's awareness.  The sounds of the city, the intent of the people even the smells are more potent.  Everything is unknown so nothing is completely ignorable.  On the other hand, you can't really process constant newness.  I grasp for meaning and purpose in the words on signs and the pictures in advertising.  When I do recognize something familiar like a place that I've been before or a voice in my language it comes through with shocking clarity.  Advertisements for products and business pursuits share the same goals everywhere so I find them a comforting set of landmarks.  When you can't read, graffiti is as meaningful as any other scramble of letters and in some ways is much more interesting.  I'm beginning to like graffiti.  My favorite so far is one artist who goes by the tag JERK.  I'm not sure he realizes what it means in english but it seems very appropriate. 
One of thousands of tags written by the Jerk

6 Sept. 05

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