Although most people don’t know it,
Paris and Europe hold a central place in the history of modern cell phones. The
GSM cell-phone standard, developed more than thirty years ago, was conceived in
Europe to replace the old first-generation radio telephones. And in the early
days of GSM, Paris had more cell-phone users than any other city in the world,
except Hong Kong. Today, more than 80% of the world uses GSM—more if you count
descendants of GSM as well.
I was one of those early adopters. I
remember buying my first cell phone quite well. It wasn’t much bigger than cell
phones are today (most of the size was taken up by the battery), and it worked
just about everywhere. It was quite cool, even though I almost never used it because
I’m not much interested in talking on telephones.
Fast-forward to the present day, and
smartphones have replaced a significant part of the cell phone market. Paris
today is just one of many large cities in which just about everyone is holding
a phone in his hand or in a pocket. Cast a glance around any of the many
crowded boulevards and avenues of the City of Light these days, and you’ll see
dozens of people using cell phones and smartphones.
Although I was one of the first users
of a GSM cell phone, until a few days ago I hadn’t moved much beyond that,
other than to periodically buy new phones. I’m an extreme introvert and I don’t
have anyone to call, and virtually nobody calls me. But the advent of
smartphones intrigued me a bit, since they could do other things besides handle
telephone calls. The idea of having instant access to the Internet from
anywhere was the part that interested me, because I’m constantly using the
Internet at home.
Even so, I resisted, mainly because
of expense and my poverty. Prices came down, but not down far enough. Until a
few days ago, when I got some extra money and decided that it was a good time
to make the jump to a smartphone. Too many times, I had found myself wishing
that I could quickly look something up on the Web while out and about in the
city, and a smartphone would fix that. So I bit the bullet and bought into the
newer technology.
I tend to favor established
mainstream vendors when buying technology. I’ve learned the hard way that being
a pioneer in technology means endless grief as you work out the bugs in
something new without being paid for it. So I go with the brands that are the
best established. In this case, that pointed to Orange (a bizarre brand name
for France Télécom) and Apple.
So a few days ago, I walked into the
large Orange store on the Champs in the mid-afternoon, when business would
(presumably) be slowest, and asked the greeter inside the entrance if she could
sell me a smartphone and subscription in less than half an hour. She held up
her cute little tablet and looked, and told me that twelve people were waiting
in line ahead of me. I thought to myself, Bienvenue en France, and told
her “Sorry, you lose, thanks!” (in French)
and walked back out of the store. I’ve long
passed the point where I’m willing to put up with standard French customer
non-service. There was no way that I was going to waste an afternoon just to
get a phone.
Next stop, a few days later, was the
Apple Store. There are two in Paris, one by the old Opera, and one in the
shopping center next to the Louvre. I decided to try the Apple Store because
(1) they have a reputation for being customer-friendly, which is
extraordinarily rare in France, and (2) I had already decided that an iPhone
would be my best choice.
Sure enough, when I walked into the
Apple Store on Friday, not long after it opened, someone was instantly
available to assist me. And after filling out the inevitable pile of paperwork—two
pieces of ID, receipts for gas and electricity, a passport, a credit card, bank
references (the infamous RIB), etc., I walked out with an iPhone.
Fortunately, I knew about French bureaucracy, so I had come with the requisite
ton of papers. Things went smoothly and as fast as can be expected when there
are so many forms to fill out. And the Apple Store people were kind enough to
set up my smartphone for me on the spot.
Had I gone to the Orange store at the
same time, I’d probably still be there now, waiting in line for the slugs they
call employees to do their jobs. As it turns out, Orange lost my business,
because the only affordable plan they had was sold only via the Web, and I
wanted the Apple Store to set it up. So I went with an inexpensive plan from
Virgin. I would have preferred Orange, because France Télécom is second to none
from a technical standpoint, but I just couldn’t spend my life waiting for them
to move.
And so today, the day after acquiring
my phone, I went back to the store to get an extra charger and a little box
that lets me access the Internet at home via Wi-Fi from the smartphone. That
gave me an excuse to go outside, which I rarely do these days. The weather was
excellent, except for the late afternoon, which was rather hot. The breeze and
low humidity made the rest of the daily fully tolerable, with seasonable
temperatures and sunny skies.
To profit from the nice weather, I
walked up to the store from home, which took about an hour. The city was
overrun with tourists. In a day or two, the Parisians themselves will leave en
masse on vacation, and the time between around July 15 and August 15 will
be relatively quiet. But even if the locals are on vacation, the tourists are
here in ever-increasing numbers (most of them speaking Mandarin these days), so
the city stays crowded, but with less pollution.
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| Man playing piano by Opera |
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I did see a few traces of French snootiness
even at the Apple Store. Some employees are less well trained than others. One
employee near the entrance, to whom I asked a question about the gadget I had
bought, became perceptibly irritated when I repeated the question for
confirmation. Clearly, he had written me off as a dork, no doubt because of my
age, my dumpy attire, and my hobo-like affect, but he could not have been
further off the mark. But I let it slide, as I have more important things to
worry about than inadequate customer service at a store (if you stress over
something like that in Paris, you’ll quickly go barking mad).
As it is rare for me to leave my
apartment these days (too little time, too little money), I splurged a bit
while I was walking through the wonderfully-busy Opera shopping district (made
all the busier because summer sales are in progress). I got a Frappucino at
Starbucks (vanilla, although it always makes me cough for some reason). And
then I got a millefeuille vanille
at Fauchon, which cost $8.50. It was a mess to eat, but that is the nature of
this type of pastry. It was tasty, but not tasty enough to justify $8.50. And
Fauchon’s policy of having you order at the counter, then pay at the register,
then return to the counter to pick up what you bought, is a bit archaic for my
tastes, although, to be fair, it’s pretty common to do things that way in
France.
Near the Opera I saw a guy playing classical piano rather furiously on
the corner. He played very well, albeit a bit too quickly for my tastes. What
really intrigued me, though, was trying to figure out how he got his Yamaha
glossy-black upright piano to and from the street corner. I noticed a wheeled
cart of sorts behind the piano, but still, an upright piano weighs hundreds of
pounds, and I saw no car or van, and I couldn’t imagine him hauling it through
the Métro, so I had to wonder how he moved it. I always think about strange
things like that in such situations—it is my natural engineering bent that does
it.
By around 4 PM it was starting to get too hot for my tastes, so I
returned home. I decided to skip the grocery shopping I had been thinking
about, as lines were long (as always), and I had enough in the fridge to hold
me for a while.
Visitors to Paris still ask if they should look for a hotel
or apartment with A/C. The answer is always yes, if they plan to be in the city
any time from April to October. Heat waves can occur at any time of year, and
when they occur during these months, they tend to bring temperatures that
require air conditioning.
Is it bad for the environment? Well, air conditioning
requires a lot of energy—electricity, mainly. But so does heating. And the laws
of physics are such that air conditioning is more necessary. The human body
produces heat, which must be removed. In cold weather, the heat is removed by
the environment. If it gets too cold, simple insulation in the form of warm
clothing slows the heat loss and keeps a person safely warm without any need
for additional expenditure of energy. But in hot weather, the heat from the
body is not lost to the environment, so it must be forcibly removed by active
cooling. That active cooling consists of sweating, which only works up to a
certain point, and then must be supplemented by active mechanical refrigeration
at higher temperatures and humidities.
