A Chronicle of Amy and Sean's World Travels

French Justice

I was one of those people who wanted to go to law school – to fight for justice, of course – since I was young.  After graduation, I quickly realized that I wasn’t sure if I liked the actual practice of law, and that’s something I am hoping to resolve during this year away.  But the law still fascinates me.  I was browsing the blog SpottedbyLocals.com, and came across a suggestion to visit the Palais de Justice (i.e., the courthouse) while in Paris.

From Paris by day

The blog mentioned that everything would be in French, but it was interesting to observe the rituals nonetheless.  A central principle in France is for the legal proceedings to be public, so we could just slip into courtrooms to watch (much like many proceedings at home).  I proposed the idea of visiting the courthouse to Sean.  Although he joked that we could probably tag along with Matt to work and observe how computer programming is done in France, he agreed to go.

The law of France is based upon a civil law system, a concept I vaguely remembered from my law school days.  Damn, I thought, I should have taken comparative law.  This is a thought I’ve had many times over since we started this trip.  I was never interested in any international classes during my schooling, preferring to learn about American politics and law instead.  At the time, international or comparative classes seemed to not be relevant in my life.  (It is somewhat ironic, and unfortunate, that later in the year after I took an International Terrorism class in college – one of the few international classes I did take for my political science major – September 11th happened.  Suddenly, the class was all too relevant in a very real way.)

From what little I do know, the English-based legal systems are centered upon common law, where judicial precedent is everything.  By contrast, the French legal system is a civil law system, where a civil code serves as the foundation.  Juries are not common in France, and judges serve very active roles.

This was played out in the several court proceedings we observed one Wednesday morning.  One of the courtrooms we ducked into was a criminal court room.  As I suspected, all of the courtrooms were pretty grand, a far contrast from the bland administrative courtrooms I’ve seen at the Allegheny County courthouse at home.  The judge, decked out in a black robe with a white bib, sat up high on a bench, surrounded by many people who I assumed were the court clerks and staff.  At least in this proceeding, the lawyers played an inactive role, sitting down to the left and the right of the bench.  The lawyers wore the same formal robe as the judge, but I saw many of them with jeans peeking out from underneath.  The defendant stood solitary before the judge.  From what I could gather, the proceeding appeared to be a criminal sentencing.  I had no idea what the judge was saying, but it was clear that she was not happy with the defendants’ conduct.  She reemed him out in high pitched French for several minutes, then began reading something from a book at her bench.  I wasn’t sure what crime the defendant was accused of committing, but it was clear it was something worthy of a tongue lashing.

From Paris by day

During our visit to the courthouse, we also checked out a proceeding in the court of appeals.  Inside the courtroom, three judges sat on a bench, with one lawyer standing speaking in front of them.  At one point, the lawyer sat down, and an individual got up to speak.  I couldn’t figure out what was going on, because generally only lawyers spoke to the judges in the appellate courts in the United States.  I also couldn’t figure out what purpose large glass walls on each side of the courtroom served.  It appeared to be some sort of security chamber, with microphones, but I could not tell how they were used.  While the lawyer and the lay person spoke to the judges for a short while, the judges clearly dominated the proceeding.  We watched the middle judge speak to the lawyer and lay person at length.  I never was able to figure out the context of the proceeding, but it was interesting to observe nonetheless.

From Paris by day

Unlike many of the courthouses at home, most of this courthouse was deserted, except for a line of young, eager, fresh-faced individuals who appeared to be new lawyers about to be sworn into the court.

I couldn’t help but notice, for whatever it is worth, that like at home, most of the criminal defendants were black and the judges and lawyers were white.   Admittedly, this sample size was very small, so I am not sure if it is representative.

Visiting the courthouse was fascinating, at least for me, and I decided I would try to repeat a visit to a courthouse later on in the trip.


In which we are trapped in Europe by volcanic ash.

The best thing about Paris so far, besides the baked goods, is the fact that our visit coincides with the trips of some of Sean’s friends from his old job.  (I say that like it is a coincidence, but our trip to Paris came into being precisely because they are here).  This is not just because of the free lodging in a big, airy, light-filled apartment complete with a hair-dryer and a washing machine (albeit a confusing French washing machine).  It is also because it is fantastic to be able to socialize and speak English to someone other than each other.

Matt, Brad, and Velin are all “regulars” in Paris by now, so they’ve shown us some of Paris’ finest sites, including:

(1) The BHV, a French department store, where we bought an air mattress (It only took four tries to inquire where an air mattress might be located.  Each salesperson pawned us off to the next floor.  On the 3rd floor, we were told it was the 4th floor.  On the 4th floor, we were told it was the 5th floor.  On the 5th floor, we were told it was the 6th floor.  We finally ran out of floors, but luckily, we finally found the air mattresses.  Ours comes with a fun and funky backpack for sleepovers (or so we are told on the box).  Here we are, sampling the merchandise, much to the amusement of the French people:

From Paris by day

(2) A Grec eatery, where we dined on Super Ass Grec, accompanied by a Marathon Greek pilsner (which we can only assume is a Grec I.C. Light);

(3) Paris nightlife, where we learned that we have a friends, even outside of Pennsylvania.

From Paris by night
From Paris by night

Because we are determined to mooch off of hang out with our friend Matt as much as possible, we have decided to stick around Paris for another week.  When I say “decided,” I mean that by procrastination and inertia, we didn’t book our plane tickets to Morocco until today.  We fly out April 26, provided that the volcanic ash cloud dissipates by then.  Apparently, the airspace above Europe is being besieged by volcanic ash, so we couldn’t leave Europe if we tried.  Or at least, that’s what we keep telling Matt.


My Paris Diet (i.e., Brad promised me I can eat as many pastries as I want and not get fat).

My cousin Karen, who traveled to Paris in December, sent me an email and mentioned that she was excited to see Paris through my eyes. As she probably could have predicted, my view of Paris is directed towards the patisseries, boulangeries, and creperies. (Specializing in pastries, bread, and crepes, respectively). Did you know that in France, a patisserie is a legally controlled title that may only be used by bakeries that employ a licensed maître pâtissier (master pastry chef)? I didn’t either, until I learned this fact on Wikipedia. Wikipedia teaches me a lot these days.

I don’t really pay attention to the names, other than to notice that in Spain I liked anything that ended in -eria and in France I like anything that ends in -erie. I mostly follow the delightful smells. Seriously, there is nothing more aromatic and calming that the smell of French baguette wafting down the street. It is rare that one of our meals these days do not chiefly consist of baguettes. Not so great on carbs, but nice on the wallet. Fortunately, we’ve happily been adding vegetables to our baguette-based meals, because we have found that all of the vegetables taste fresher and have more flavor than most of the veggies at home.

I have been eating Nutella crepes, madeline cookies, palmiers, macaroons, lemon tarts, and chocolate eclairs with abandon. On our first night in Paris, Brad, a friend of Sean’s who works for Sean’s former employer, and who is here in Paris working for about a month, mentioned that when he first came to Paris, he promptly dropped a ton of weight because of all of the walking that he did. He assured me that he had been sampling everything Paris had to offer, and that he dropped the weight despite the Parisian treats.

While I am sure that I would have promptly commenced eating crepes and such regardless, this was the go-ahead I needed to eat them guilt-free. Luckily, we have been walking a ton. Paris is very flat, making it easy to traverse from one area of town to the other. I am not sure that I am losing any weight, but I can fairly say that I have not yet gained any weight, so the Parisian diet must be working on some level. I mean, the treats are so delicious here, and I am eating so many of them, that I don’t even find the need to make sure that each treat is chocolate filled or covered.

I promise that I will write about more than just food, but the way I see it, food is the best way to experience the cultural differences between countries and even regions. Sean is a slightly alarmed in my increase in sweets in particular, but I seem him enjoying quite a few baguettes, paprika-flavored pringles, and comte cheese himself. Besides, I am taking advantage of sweets now in Europe, where they are abundant. You never know when I’ll suddenly find myself cut off.


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