Chris Maclean: what's up with the French?

Last week's trip to France was quite an eye-opener in many ways. I often visit northern France and know many areas quite well but I am surprised at the pace of change over there.

France has always been characterised by a variety of things. It staggers me how fundamentally different our two cultures are and yet we are scarcely 25 miles apart. But the new changes are enormous. Sleepy village bars are closing at an alarming rate. In the valley we stayed there were about eight bars 10 years ago. Now two remain but neither look sustainable. And in both smoking was visibly less acceptable. Yes, there were people smoking but it looked like they were tolerated under sufferance.

The casual approach to traffic laws, the drink-driving and speeding that appeared normal in the past, are now very much a thing of the past. The talk is of the new limit being one glass of beer (25cl) only. The new President, I am told, was the former minister responsible for traffic.

There are speed cameras appearing regularly.

What is so extraordinary is the placid, bovine way in which the changes appear to be taking place, without protest or objection.

Twenty years ago it seemed that any Frenchmen slightly offended would be manning the barricades and throwing car tyres onto the fires. In the port towns on the coast it took only the slightest provocation and the ferries would be paralysed and they wouldn't be happy until at least eight cars were burning.

Now, as the changes take place, and the fundamental essence of France is dismantled, people allow it without a murmur.

In Britain I see licensees adapt and change to address the legislative challenges in front of us. I see resourcefulness that is refreshing and inspiring.

In France I see them simply giving in.

Last week I ordered a Ricard. I was offered ice. The barman reached his dirty hand into the ice machine, pulled out two lumps and dropped them into my glass.

The French changes are huge but the French appear docile.

The British changes are equal. But we rise to them.

It makes me proud to be British.