Even after all this time, I am still astonished by French insouciance when it comes to the use of public space.
The postman only grudgingly interrupted his extended conversation with the driver of the grey car because the car behind me got tired of waiting and finally honked at him. He got out to deliver his mail and eventually drove off, but not before he and the Dutchman in the red car had a lengthy exchange about their respective rights to the road, with a few nationalistic slurs thrown in.
