We’ve completed the “assignment” in the South of France. The last grains of sand have found their way through the hourglass.
The experience has been better than what Heather and I expected.
And we had high expectations.
Reflecting on the professional side — and putting to rest talk of a boondoggle — so many things come to mind.
Experiencing our operation from outside of HQ for nearly two months was a great reminder that a global mentality doesn’t just happen. It takes work and relentless communications to drive this into our DNA. The payoff comes in caring about the success of colleagues in other parts of the world. That’s where the magic happens. A global mentality already differentiates the Agency, but I have some ideas to provide an extra push.
As for the European operation itself, it’s been satisfying working side-by-side with our European MD Mike Sottak — literally since the end of the dining room table I inhabited sat right next to Mike’s desk in our Aix en Provence home office — and digging into the day-to-day operations. We conducted a workshop on integrated communications for a client in the Nordics, collaborated on new-biz proposals and traveled to Berlin, Paris and London for meetings that defied convention. To Mike’s credit, he doesn’t feel wed to the “How to Build a PR Agency 101” handbook.
For example, who says the center of gravity for a European PR operation must be in the UK and London? We met Florence Giuly-Davis who heads a boutique tech shop in Paris called PR Paradigm for the first time last June. Florence speaks our language, a big agency refugee who finds satisfaction in the actual doing of tech PR. We continued the dialogue with Florence in Paris. Mike and Florence are still hashing out the details of the partnership, but the “alignment” is clear.
Turning inward, Europe has afforded me the opportunity to air out my brain. With the various tugs on my time in Silicon Valley — in the spirit of honesty, some self-induced — it can feel like I’m sprinting from one fire drill to another. The rhythm of my days in Europe was different, permitting time to take a breath and think. The daily walk from our apartment to Mike’s home took 20 to 25 minutes depending on the number of tourists I had to dodge. This meant each day was bookended with a chance to rewind conversations, brainstorm and dissect Oasis lyrics.
There’s also something to be said for parachuting into a foreign land where you don’t speak the language. With everything new and different, it opens up one’s senses in a way that isn’t possible from the status quo.
On the topic of language, I will forever have the image of a stop at a pâtisserie when for whatever reason I had a brain freeze asking for a ham sandwich with the Spanish word for ham, “jamon.” That had a group of older women cackling hysterically with the word “Espagnol” dotting their laughter.
I also got a kick out of the French waitress who didn’t quite get an American catch phrase right, “See you tomorrow, alligators.”
Of course, living in the South of France has advantages that Heather and I enjoyed to the hilt. While we took some excursions — Luberon region, Nice, Cassis, Santa Margherita in Italy — simply immersing ourselves in the Aix en Provence lifestyle was the highlight of our stay. There’s beauty every time you turn a corner.
The shot below captures the passage in front of our apartment located in the town centre right off of Rue Mignet.
Naturally we had to “test” many of the local restaurants and brasseries. In the course of doing so, we embraced what’s called “café gourmand,” three to four tiny desserts along with an espresso. It’s cool how they’re plated.
We send our heartfelt thanks to Mike, his wife, Toni, and Aix en Provence for being the perfect hosts.
Dans l’attente de notre prochaine rencontre.