At least in the states, it’s usually just children and teachers who get the back-to-the-grind blues. Here in France, most people get a long summer holiday, so “la rentrée” (the return) affects nearly everyone. It’s a good thing I’m self-employed and don’t take many vacations, since I would probably revert to my whiny adolescent self come September. Also, I love Paris in August, when it’s abandoned to tourists and expats like me. My ‘hood had such a ghost-town feel that you almost expected to see tumbleweeds blowing down Rue de Sèvres. But I could walk on sidewalks without getting jostled, my friends found FREE parking spaces in front of my apartment and I had the supermarché to myself. I got spoiled. So much so that I could barely contain my rage at having to wait in line again in September. “Who ARE these people,” I thought. Don’t they realize I have work to do? GET OUTTA MY STORE!!!