Lifted from another webpage.. I have just read of a local town where the French equivalent of yellow lines are about to be installed. Could this be my excuse to overstay my welcome, pick up a hefty fine, shout loudly, wave my arms in the air, stamp my feet… Well, no. What is being introduced is a “zone bleue”, whereby parking spaces are marked out in blue paint and there is a requirement for motorists to display a cardboard clock in the windscreen, with the hands set at the hour of arrival. There’s no parking charge, but there is a limit of an hour and a half –after which the driver is indeed subject to a parking ticket and consequent fine. The zone will be administered by the town’s two resident police officers, who will be responsible for issuing tickets – or warnings for the first couple of months. The longer serving of the two, who has been in the town since 1983, remembers when there was a restricted parking zone in 1995. “We were called all sorts of names”, he said, “but we carried on with our job.” In those days, he told the local newspaper, tickets were issued by hand, and sometimes he could issue 40 in a single day. With today’s technology, things are simpler and he could easily issue more, “but people are already prepared”, he added. “People are vacating parking spaces and many already have their blue discs displayed.” So am I tempted to visit the town and leave my car for two hours for old times’ sake? Not really. I rarely spend more than an hour shopping at the best of times, and to cap it all, the fine is a measly 17 Euros – hardly worth fighting an appeal for. It could be increased, however, to 35 Euros if the driver is irritating or abusive… No. I’ve been out of the rat race for too long now. My blood pressure is at a healthy level and I see no reason to disturb that.