everybody on the bus

Even though we live on a relatively busy street, the only real noise disturbance we ever get (besides the occasional muffler-less scooter) is from the city bus. Our apartment is just a couple of doors down from the intersection of a narrow but heavily trafficked one way street (ours) and a slightly wider two-way street. And it is at this intersection that a major city bus route is required to execute an exactly ninety-degree turn to continue south toward the suburbs. Even Haussman’s relentless 19th century modernizations were not made with buses – or Parisian parking anarchy – in mind. Here’s the general traffic picture:

The four corners of the intersection are each anchored by businesses of varying levels of activity – the pharmacy has mostly foot traffic, the fancy Joel Robuchon restaurant has intermittent deliveries as well as valet parking, and the bakery and interiors shop both get about one major delivery per week. In addition, our street, because it’s one way and has a bus lane, is ripe for the double-parking for which Paris is legendary. As long as there isn’t a major delivery truck parked with its lights blinking near one of the corners, or a car double-parked in the livraison zone for the bakery, there is exactly enough room for the bus to swing down the street without hitting a parked car, a store window, or a pedestrian. About twice daily, this is not the case. The bus gets struck halfway in and halfway out of the intersection, like a woman trying on a dress that is too small in the shoulders. And there’s nothing for it except to blast the horn at regular intervals until the offending driver comes out of wherever he or she is lurking and moves the car or van. These people show an amazing lack of chagrin relative to the inconvenience they’ve caused, or maybe it’s just a peculiar French reaction to public shame – they generally walk out at a brisk but not hurrying pace, eyes straight ahead, and drive on without acknowledging the situation with so much as a hand wave. I’ve even seen a couple of folks dare to saunter. The honking has just become a backdrop to our day.

Narrow streets and big buses being what they are, I’ve seen the same scenario play out all over Paris, though never with quite as much élan as the one time I was lucky enough to be a passenger on the afflicted bus. This time the bus route led through a narrow side street along one side of a park, and the offending automobile was an SUV stopped about three feet in front of the bus stop right next to the “No Parking This Side” sign. After about three minutes of impasse, the bus driver let out a gentle but firm toot. After seven minutes, and a couple of more toots, several passengers got off the back of the bus, figuring their feet were faster means of transport at this point, and one man stepped up to the front of the bus to try to explain to the driver, by a series of energetic gestures, that there was actually enough room for the bus to pass through the bottleneck, with just a little direction. The driver patiently explained – using his own gestures -- that a certain number of meters clearance was “requise par loi,” and that he didn’t intend to have his license revoked in order to save a couple of extra minutes.

The man sat down. The rest of the passengers exploded into a high, excited murmur of differing opinions of what might happen next, how long we would be there, and what the driver ought to do – nothing brings out conviviality like minor calamity – when, at 15 minutes, the driver’s voice came over the intercom system. “Mesdames, Messieurs,” he intoned, in his best radio voice, “Veuillez gardez vos oreilles, et je vais resoudre le problème dans quelques secondes” (Ladies and Gentlemen, if you will kindly guard your ears, I will resolve this problem in a few seconds). And with that, he laid on the horn loud and long for about 90 seconds straight. At which point an elegant Parisian woman in high-heeled boots came dashing out of a nearby shop as fast as her legs could carry her, waving her arms in apology. Several other passengers actually applauded as we moved on.

Match point. This kind of road rage I can live with.