Learning to shake hands--again & again

Moving into my new apartment in la Napoule, I wanted to install a satellite dish to broaden my choice of TV programs. This required a visit to the condominium council for permission. I arrived at the appointed time, said hello and sat down a bit uncomfortably. Other members and residents arrived after me, each of them going around the room shaking everyone's hand, including mine. 

While the meeting went well for me, I was embarrassed, and still am by the memory of my cold entrance and wondering what the others felt. That is the day that I learned to start shaking hands in France and I have been reminding myself to do so since, even more than once a day. Oh, oh, someone's at the door. I think it is Alain the concierge. Remember to shake his hand (again--second time today)!