Or politeness in the New World There is a funky drowl in the South, totally different from the one in Boston. Yesterday, Jean-Baptiste and I were reflecting upon the kind of people we had met during these few days. Bostonians, or at least people taking classes at Harvard law School, remind us of those parisiens branchés and bored, who don't really fit in the system but are its core at the same time. Here in Atlanta, where I have a 4 hour stopover before I go on to Frankfurt, people are nonchalant.