Every Tuesday there is a market in our town and, until this week, I've only ever visited it once. The main reason being that there is a stall which sells chickens, cocks, hens etc and they are squashed into the smallest cages imaginable. The little chicks are practically standing on each other's heads.
Now the first time I saw this - some three and a half years ago now - I felt so outraged that I just had to say something. Even though at that time my French was not very good (well I'm not exactly fluent now, but I just have more confidence and making mistakes does not bother me too much). I'm not even sure that the stall owners understood my rant about animal cruelty.
I had to go to the bank on Tuesday which is in the middle of the market and I saw the same stall. Yet, this time, it did not make me feel so very outraged. There were actually fewer chicks squashed into the cages and I did not get upset at all. I even quite enjoyed wandering around, seeing familiar French faces, kissing neighbours' cheeks, buying a few bits and pieces.
I must really be changed due to living here. I eat foie gras quite often although I've not yet tried frogs legs or snails. Or oysters. I'm sure I will have before the end of the year.