All other rights reserved. One brinnngg and apart from the most insufferable creep the greater part of the class was likely to be involved in a spontaneous and thus unstoppable stampede out towards the playground. Well, its the same story when it comes to lunch time in France. For as soon as the holy hour of 12 noon arrives, well, you can put to one side all notions of work for the following two hours. Of course good grub is one of the delights of France and the French are not shy to remind you that you are privileged indeed to be in the centre gastronomique of the whole world.
Phones go unanswered.
People are seen scuttling off into restaurants and bistros. Everything is uncannily quiet. Its all terribly serious stuff. The entire nation is a table . Thank goodness for the English, that s what I say.