Oh, I love the French. They are just to sure of what they expect and make no excuses for it.
We found a fab little aire just outside Clermont Ferrand. We were between the petanque field and the maries offices. To get services from the 'post' you needed tokens. We were too late to buy them from the shop so the next morning Bill went to the office to make some enquiries. Bill didnt do french at school, but he is very polite in english. The lady pointed him in the right direction, in french, and back he came with the tokens.
Later on I went to enquire about transport into Clermont, and as usual started off with 'pardon, mais je ne parle pas français' but am always prepared to inflict my bad french on people. The lady was very friendly and helped me out in english. Hell, the mayor even came out and shook my hand and said hello! It turns out that the lady with the good english is the same one who didn't speak english when Bill went in! Fabulous.
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