I’m still way, way behind in posting the fun pics from the trip. Came across this one night while flipping channels in Guadeloupe:

As you can see, it’s not the mob, it’s le mur, "the wall."

The very first question I saw was in — what else? — French literature:

For those who want to play along: what literary genre made Racine famous?

While you’re mulling that, if you take a good look, you’ll notice that a bunch of the folks in le mur are in costume. (I don’t know if they do this in the American version; I’ve only seen it for a few seconds.)

In the fourth and fifth rows up on the right are ten people dressed as French chefs, complete with white toques and egg-beating whisks to wave in the air. How odd.

If you look closely at upper left, there’s also one guy dressed up as what seems to be a French stereotype of a cornpone American. (Or maybe he’s just some French dude who genuinely likes wearing yoked shirts and cowboy hats. I have no idea.)

Anyhow, of the entire mob, only one guy didn’t know that Racine wrote tragedies.  Holy crap.

And it was the cowboy. Bien sûr.

The toque-wearing cuisine-eaters then started banging their whisks proudly on the desk.

Y’know what I enjoy most about France?

It is so goddammed French, that’s what.