Whispers down the line at the Parisian Butcher

Have you ever been asked if you'd like the nerves cut out when buying your chicken? Being an expat of 3.5 years living in Paris, rich stories like this make up a wonderful life.

It's Easter Sunday. 

I'm in in the line at my local Parisian butcher. 

It's very busy and the line is long. 

Everyone is getting their meat for the weekend. 

I purposely haven't brought my phone so I can practice being really present. 

I want to try speaking French. 

My learning has been slow. 

But I am committed. 

I stand in the line for 30 minutes. 

It's slow …