After recently spending 30-days in France and Italy, I am wondering about Australian customer service.
Let’s begin with France and let’s begin by putting to bed, once and for all, that old fallacy about the French being rude.
In 2005 I spent a week in Paris and had nothing but positive experiences everywhere I went. I put that down to good luck. I had been indoctrinated to believe that the French were not a welcoming people.
Now the same thing has happened again. Last month I spent a week in Paris and a week driving around the French countryside visiting cities like Dijon, Lyons, Avignon and Nice. Everywhere and on every occasion French traders helped us. They went out of their way to explain, to show and to make things easier.
In Dijon a middle aged woman, noticing my map, ran across the street offering to help. When she realised my French was so abysmal, immediately spoke in broken English and did not go on her way until she was sure we were clear about where we were heading.
But that was not the full story in France. The piece-de-resistance in customer service terms happened on our second day in Paris. At HSBC.
We were about to use an ATM to withdraw money and suddenly got nervous about losing our card. (We’d had a bad experience overseas once before.) We went inside the HSBC branch. The teller was immediately helpful. He explained the steps. Then without hesitation, he offered to come outside and talk us through the process. So there on the streets of central Paris there was an amazing sight: a young male teller, standing with us at an ATM while we completed the transaction.
By contrast, in Australia, before we left, we dutifully informed our bank, Westpac, that we were going to be in France and Italy for a month. They did not bother to tell us that in Europe today, to use a credit card you need a PIN. We found ourselves 15,000 klms from home and not able to use our VISA card. Thanks for nothing Westpac.
In Italy our customer service experience was just as excellent.
In the beautiful ancient northern town of Bergamo, the hotel manager printed train timetables for us, gave us detailed directions and every day had time to share his local knowledge. In big cities like Milan and in smaller towns, traders everywhere went out of their way to answer our questions and help us along the way.
However, it was when we arrived at Prato an authentic Tuscan town near Florence that we experienced a new level of customer service.
We stayed at Ma. Gi. Co., a 200 year old family home that is now a B&B adjacent to the main piazza in this non-tourist walled city.
The owner and manager at Ma. Gi. Co. is a vibrant young mum named Simona Cozzi who makes your stay personal and pleasurable with attention to detail that’s second to none.
When we arrived in Prato we were lost. We parked the car and walked the last kilometre through narrow streets. When Simona heard our story, she immediately walked back to the car with us and guided us in to the town. What a great way to start!
From there, the treatment we received just got better and better.
- The breakfast Simona prepared each day was fit for a king.
- When we were planning a short train trip, Simona immediately phoned for the train times.
- When we chose a restaurant for dinner, Simona went to the restaurant to make the booking and stressed that she expected excellence for her guests. The dinner and the service were superb.
- When we talked about buying a coffee machine to bring back to Australia, Simona found out the freight cost for us.
Every day in countless little ways we were treated like royalty. I have never experienced or heard of such customer service in Australia.
A gold medal to HSBC (www.hsbc.com.au) and platinum to Ma. Gi. Co. Remember this B&B for your next Tuscan adventure (www.bbmagico.it)