I just came across the best cultural difference yet.
After spending a little over an hour researching running races in and around Paris, I found one that seemed perfect called Marathon de Cheverny in, well, Cheverny, France. (I have yet to run a full marathon so the length of the race was not the ‘perfect’ part). It begins and ends at the Cheverny castle and along the way one runs through alternating countryside and forest. Like all running races la Marathon offers their runners entertainment and stops along the way. Unlike the races I’ve run, however, not all of these ‘drinking’ stations are in fact ‘drinking’ stations, but wine and cheese stops! I can’t think of anything I’d want less at that 38km mark than goat cheese and Cheverny wine.
As much as I love French food, I think I'll pass.
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