"But it's Easter candy for my grandchildren!" said the woman.
"Anything alimentaire is forbidden over there. The customs may seize it."
"What!" I said. "I send stuff all the time. I never heard of that before!"
"They have become crazier and crazier," said the man from La Poste. "Everything is terrorism."
"It's worse when you go there," said the woman. "My daughter lives in California and they're détestable. They treat you like a terrorist. So suspicious if you're French! They look you up and down as if you're an insect. It's horrible."
"But people love the French over there!" I said. "Are you talking about l'Immigration?"
"Well, yes, of course," said the woman. "Ordinary Americans are so friendly. But the Immigration officers hate us French! I don't like to go there any more."