Travel Agency Is Me

I think I may be staying in today.  It’s somewhat miserable day – at least the start is.  Who knows? It may turn beautiful in a moment.

But for now, I sit comfortably.  And think ahead a bit apprehensively.

After the busy summer which culminated in my great niece’s visit, I was exhausted.  And slip in there a trip to London, a major effort to coordinate an exhibit hall for the American Church in Paris, and a 4 day stay in London….  Whew.

This past week I have finally felt rested enough to do things again.  Added to my list of medieval sites in Paris that I have visited.  Spent hours in the musee des arts et métiers – science, mechanics, engineering.  Walked places there were new. Saw the American exhibit at L’Orangerie – with American Gothic by Grant Wood even!

And planned.

Going to Budapest in November for 4 days.  This will be my first eastern European visit.  Check – plane, hotel, bus to CDG.  Have to figure out what to do when I get there, but there’s time for that.

Off to Normandy for two nights – to see the Bayeux Tapestry again and visit the D-Day beaches. When I was last there as a kid of 10, I don’t think there was much more than a parking lots.  Now many museums.  We are going on a van tour.  Check – train, hotel, tour.  And staying on Halloween.  Last year I was in Dublin on Halloween.  The Irish actually had a lot of decorations.  Will let you know about the French.

And off to the south of France over Thanksgiving.  Monteplier.  Check – train, car rental…  still debating AirBNB or hotel.

Even to Lyon for an overnight in December to experience the Christmas Light show which is said to be spectacular.

And now suddenly I am trying to fit in another trip to Vaux-le-Vicomte this week!  I went last year on a bus tour.  Well, not a tour but on a bus.  They drive you there and then after lunch to Fontainbleu.   V-l-V is a gorgeous chateau with fabulous grounds and I have wanted to spend more time there.  Just discovered a simple way of getting there but the shuttle bus trips end on November 2.  Yikes.  Have to fit this in to an already busy week.  Thursday I am supposed to be off to Normandy for the day with a French friend.

Organizing skills are essential for living here.

Feels like a boring post – just a list of sightseeing opportunities.  But I feel quite accomplished.  And whenever I can actually book a trip on the train SNCF, or Air France, or even Eurostar, I am excited.  Last year I had so many problems with using a credit card on line.  OK.  Back to the couch to rest up for the rest of this week (the sun is still not out!)

Call Me Magellan

Yesterday in 3 hours I circumnavigated Paris.  Why?  Because it’s there.  You can do this on the boulevarde peripherique in a car.  But I am without car and wouldn’t rent one just for this.  Nope.  Public above ground transportation. (um did I really have to clarify above ground?  What would be the bother in circumnavigating through the metro?)

Really, why?  Because there is a tram system now – not totally finished but some day it will be.  It was a cold but sunny day and I leapt off the couch at noon knowing I had a small window before the rain.  My timing was excellent.  It was colder, windy and very overcast when I got back.

What did I see?  A whole host of new neighborhoods to the east.  And the north, which I knew slightly.  The 17th arrondissement is interesting – you know that Paris is split up into arrondissements?  Sections? Neighborhoods?  Little municipalities within the city of Paris.  Each have their own mairie – city hall – and mayor.  Some are exclusive!

The 6th, 7th, and 16th are especially ritzy.  And the 17th has its very nice and not so nice parts.  Interesting to see the transition.  The 17th butts up to the 18th (it’s a numeric thing) at Porte de Clignancourt – site of a well-known flea market.  Lots of graffiti.  Then I changed the bus for the tram.  Smart idea.  Trams are faster and more dependable than the bus.  And very busy.  Even on a Sunday, loads of people were out and about.  It was afternoon so we saw not the marche itself, but it’s leavings – ice melting on the sidewalk, empty fruit boxes, the pipes and coverings protecting nothing.

In the 19th arrondissement, the tram is on the back side of the hills.  This is an area on my list – les buttes – supposed to have some of the best views of Paris.  Then down to the south east and Vincennes, home of one of my favorite donjons.  And crossed the Seine to the south of Paris.  There is a huge organization there.  I had seen its name on the maps but had no idea of how extensive it was.  Cite International universitaire de Paris.  I am still not sure if it is actually a university or a foundation or dorms by country.  Dorms, I think.   Then we passed by Porte de Versailles with its massive exposition halls.  (Remember le Foire de Paris from May?)  Everything was a Porte.  Makes sense – these places were where people entered through the gates in to Paris itself.  Not many walls remain – there are remnants of the wall of Phillippe Auguste from the 1100s, and at least two giant arches built in the 16702 near Strasbourg and St Denis in the 3rd arrondissement, located at a side of the Wall of Charles V built in the 1380s.  It was replaced in the 1640s by the wall of Louis XIII then destroyed in 1670 or so.  Now, just simple roads – and metro and tram stops.

The tram ends just east of the Seine and I jumped back on PC1 bus to home, weaving our way through the tree lined streets of the tres chic 16th arrondissement.

I didn’t get much walking done.  After over 6 miles a day in London, I have been trying to maintain.

Over the pond…

2016-10-13-10-23-49This is the year of London, apparently.  I went over in September just for a day with a French friend – she told me I was her interpreter!  And when we came back in the evening, she said her brain was about to explode from speaking English all day.  Ha!  That’s how I feel every day in Paris!

hockneyWe went to see the David Hockney Portrait exhibit at the Royal Academy of Art.  And stopped by the Victoria and Albert Museum where we went to the new exhibit Revolution.  Totally unplanned spur of the moment.  It was about the period of 1965-1973… or so…  Mostly US, Britain and some French and German.  It was my life.  And mostly music-centric and revolution – the changes in society.  Kent State.  The Beatles.  Vietnam.  Woodstock.  Even Altamont was mentioned on a sign.  That’s my claim to fame.  The Paris students’ revolt in 68.  Great fun.

And tea at Richoux Tea Room.  I have been there several times and wanted a great experience for my French friend but we were terribly disappointed.  Scones were a bit stale.  But their private blend of tea was delicious – I bought some.  She shopped Whittards for chocolate powder for her husband.  Never heard of it before but quaint.

It was a great preview for my Leave-France-When-My-Visa-Expires Trip that was set for October 10.

That trip was for four nights.  I didn’t have to stay that long – just needed to cross the Schegnen border for an overnight.

On the Visa trip, I stayed at the Mornington Hotel at Lancaster Gate.  It was the best location!  Not on Bayswater Road but back a block so very calm and quiet. And across Bayswater Road is Hyde Park and the Italian Gardens.  It’s a comfortable walk to Marks and Spencers on Oxford Street, a traverse of Hyde Park to get to Harrods, and Portobello Market just to the northwest.  And buses and underground stations handy.

I like traveling alone for the degree of flexibility.  A group of friend went to Berlin last week – they have named themselves the Sisterhood of Traveling Parisiennes.  There were 6 or 8.  Yikes.  I am the Traveling Sisterhood of Me Myself and I.   And in England when I have the urge to be chatty if I am traveling alone, it was simple to start up a conversation with a Brit.  Everyone wanted to know about Trump.

At least on this trip, being solo made it easier to make decisions.  So I woke up on Tuesday and switched everything to go that day to the exhibit of the Queen’s Fashion at Windsor so I could also see the Changing of the Guard there and see it in London on Wednesday.  No matter that my Windsor ticket on line was purchased for Wednesday.

I have been to London enough in recent years to easily navigate the rail system.  No problems with the Windsor ticket date (I must admit I folded it over…).  2016-10-13-18-37-09In theatre, I never worked much with costumes so I continually surprise myself with how much I enjoy these fashion shows – from Balenciaga and Gauthier and de la Renta at the De Young in SF to these in London.  And the show was in a set of rooms that are closed during the summer (the Queen uses them, I guess – although I thought most of the summer she was in Scotland.  Who knows?) Anyway, beautiful rooms.

And why did I find two posters of labyrinths in the Underground?

And then a late but great pub lunch before going back to London.  Except two hours later, it wasn’t so great – food poisoning.  I think the lettuce was the culprit.  But I survived the evening (thanks to Sugar Pops).

2016-10-12-11-10-31And Wednesday caught the Changing of the Guard – but in different places.  The guard and a band start at St James Palace and march down to Buckingham Palace.  2016-10-12-11-11-57The guard that day were RAF so very normal blue/grey uniforms.  I ended up with a walking tour and learned a great deal – gave her a 2 pound tip after.  Seemed the polite thing to do when we separated.  I wasn’t going to crash the entire tour!  Then I marched myself over to the other side of St James Park to Wellington Barracks.  This is where the other guard and band start out from.  They all meet at 2016-10-12-11-27-03-2Buckingham Palace and take quite a bit of time to inspect, give report, and change.  The band plays on. Frankly, I got bored the last time I watched it from there – well, the action is all behind the Palace gates.  So Wellington Barracks gave a new perspective.  2016-10-12-12-55-12Then off to the Horse Guards to see how the two horses and guards were faring.  Quite well.

Other highlights… and low lights…  The Silver Vaults!  Oh it sounded delicious.  Old bank vaults turned into stores.  Well, ok, it’s in the basement.  The doors are vault doors and quite thick.  But my goodness, I had my fill of silver by the second shop.  I mean, how many tea sets, letter openers, and silverware can you see?  Even if Liberace bought his candelabras there. Far too much for me.  However, it’s a place now checked off my list.

2016-10-13-12-45-31Also, back to the Victoria & Albert for their Underwear exhibit – more clothes from the 1700 til now.  And even this fig leaf… that, seriously, was made specially to cover up a statue when Queen Victoria came by to visit…  Really!

 

 

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I found the statue of Peter Pan in Hyde Park.  2016-10-13-10-10-41You can wave your phone at a sign and Peter Pan actually calls your phone and talks to you for quite a while.

Wondering if this will be a long distance charge?

 

2016-10-14-11-50-44After walking through a delightful and colourful neighourhood, I made it back to Portobello Market after 30… 40 plus years.  It was a weekday so it wasn’t too crowded.  And not very impressive either.  Lots of antiques.  Some silver.  Arts and crafts.  I bought a small magnifying glass I thought would be good for my bag.  Only 6 pounds.  Sigh.  Two blocks down – identical for 3 pounds.  Oh well.2016-10-14-12-21-10

2016-10-14-12-58-30Holland Park was a new discovery.  I was searching for Kyoto Gardens – sounded wonderful and maybe a bit of meditation.  It was wonderful.  And everyone else agreed with me.  Too many noisy tourists to have any meaningful meditation.  But the walk there and back through Holland Park was delightful.  It’s like a forest!  OK.  It IS a forest – in the middle of London.

2016-10-13-19-04-04And then there was the THEATRE.  I was able to get a ticket for No Man’s Land by Harold Pinter.  (I forgot in the rush and excitement that I really don’t care for Pinter.)  The two stars: Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen.  Sir Ian had the bigger part – he was on stage almost… well, the entire time.  They were both marvelous; it was a treat to see them.  But it was still Pinter…

I scored three pair of shoes at specialty shop in the London suburbs that I found online.  (I have a wide foot and orthotics…  This is a challenge in France where all the petit ladies have tiny narrow feet!)  They shipped two pair which arrived before I did!  It is amazing how fast you can go through walking shoes when you walk 6 miles a day.  (Last year I had to wear actual hiking boots for 5 months – doctor’s orders – arch and tendon injury.  I actually walked holes into the soles!)

And lastly, I was so happy to be back to French cuisine!  English food is NOT my cup of tea.  Even though their tea is my cuppa…  I even had a dinner at an Italian restaurant that just wasn’t very good.  Miam Miam to Paris!

I enjoyed London more these past two visits than I have for a while.  I realized how much I know my way around.  Makes it feel homier.

How to blend in…

I wrote something about tourists on the bus a blog or two ago.  A reader thanked me for the tip and said she’s begun a list of what not to do.

Let me say at the start that I am proud to be an American (yes, even in the midst of this insane election year when all my French friends quiz me…and EVERYONE in England asked me about Trump!).

But since I started serious traveling in Europe in 2007, my goal has always been to not look like an American.  For a couple reasons – one is to avoid the scammers.  Or thieves.  (In 2008 I almost lost a valuable bag on the RER train to Paris from Charles De Gaulle… I probably was targeted because I had bags and looked dead tired after an overnight 12 hour flight – but still.)  There doesn’t seem to be as many beggars or scam acts these past two years as in the past – someone would stop in front of you and reach down and seem to pick up a ring and would then try to engage you in conversation that they had found your ring…  On the train, the guy’s partner kept pointing to a coin on the floor that he had planted to make you think it was yours – and then your eyes left your bags.  It only takes a second, trust me.  Another ploy uses lots of young kids – teens – with clip boards who want you to sign a petition.  One time a group of them started to surround me in front of the Pompidou.  A French woman saw me and called to me to get away from them.  Yes, I knew!  I do think she gave me the push I needed to start shouting at them myself – mostly Non Non!  And they did leave me alone.  I have learned that you do not need – you SHOULD not be concerned about being polite.  These people are out to distract you to steal something.  So if you blend in with the French public, there is less chance.

Mostly it is about what you wear.  My own rules for European dressing are Black, Black, and More Black.  Including shoes.  Now that I am here for longer periods of time, I see more color. But black is still a good bet.  It used to be that only Americans or Eastern Europeans seemed to wear sneakers.  That’s definitely changing.  Baskets are more popular – yup, that’s the term for sneakers… basketball shoes…

Shorts were a no-no in the city but I see more and more tourists from all over wearing shorts in the summer.  And it has certainly been hot here lately.  And those cute French teens are in short shorts.

Jeans weren’t that common before but I see them more often.  Dress is more formal here and even more formal than in London.  And while in the states I can go to the grocery in my sweats and workout shoes. NEVER EVER in Paris

I keep my clothing palette in subdued black and navy blue.  I use my extensive scarf collection for the touch of color.  And when I am back in the States, I wear every jewel tone I can find!

Sucsuiplitlie….. sensitivity, touchiness – that’s what a French friend used to describe waiters.  I wasn’t sensitive enough to the waiter one day and I received a mini-lecture, well more of a warning, from my friend.  So funny, he made it sound as if I had to grovel to the waiter.  And he is the one who tried to explain that it was rude to automatically fill a water glass…  and that only the giver of the meal could say Bon Appetit …   And of course, there was my other French friend who castigated me for saying Merci too often.  My head is going to explode.

Volume – Americans speak much more loudly than the French.

Tipping – pretty much not done. Some places indicate Service Compris on the bill – tips included.  My friends who leave a tip usually limit it to between 5 and 10%.  No, it’s not rude.  Waiters here are paid more and consider themselves professionals – a tip is a bit of an insult.  I think a waiter who gets insulted should rethink the gift of extra money – so what if the American doesn’t get it – here’s some money for a drink.  And actually, a tip is a pourboire  in French which means for drink.  But at the places I go to frequently and where I get to know the waiters, I do leave a tip.

For a purse or bags – fanny packs are dead give ways for tourists.  I always wear my bag across my shoulder – actually less for fear of it being pulled off my shoulder than to distribute the weight and save my back.  Funny – the most common backpack is Eastpak.  I see them all over France.  Sure, use a backpack but do be sure it’s not easy to open and don’t carry your expensive stuff back there.  I have never had a problem on the metro. But it can get crowded.  And at museums, especially Versailles, they will often announce in several languages that pickpockets are at work.

Going into a shop – you must look the clerk or owner in the eye and say Bon Jour.  S/he will reply.  And when you leave, make sure you say merci au revoir.

“La politesse” reigns supreme! Any conversation, any questions, always start with Bon Jour…  pardonnez moi, excusez moi…  You have to take that brief moment to be respectful.  I still forget this from time to time when I am in a rush and frantic and want to know a direction.  Inevitably, the response is… Bonjour madame.  Like hey lady where are your manners?  So I take a deep breath and say, bonjour, excusez moi.  J’ai un question s’il vous plait.

And greeting people –  I know the cheek kissing freaks some people out.  You are not required to Faire le bise.  French often shake hands.  But if you do le bise, it’s a light kiss… more an air kiss…   touching your cheek to the other’s.  I find in Paris most people start to the right – then to the left.  Here’s it’s normally two kisses.  In other parts of France, it’s three, four or even five!  Let the other person guide you.  And in the Netherlands, it’s always 3.  My American friends have all adopted les bises so we do it when we meet.  At this point, it feels normal to me – it did take a few months, I must admit.  For amusement, check out this map.

But no, never hug!  Last year when I was saying good bye to friends that I had seen each week for 2 or 3 hours and we’ve have very personal conversations and we call each other friends….  We did Les Bises and then I said, ok, time for an American hug.  LOL  It turned out to be the most uncomfortable moment!  The person stood there with arms held straight down the sides, rigid.  Wanting it to be over with.  Ok, not doing that again ever!

Eating in public used to be a no-no but I see it more often.  Well, maybe not often.  Once a month perhaps.  And it offends me now.  Not when I get back to California, however.

And OMG don’t put your feet on the empty seat across from you in a metro.  A friend told me about that today – he had seen an American family – the young adults did that.  He was absolutely horrified!

Ask for the restroom and they don’t have a clue.  Les Toilette or perhaps WC which has made its way over from Britain.  And don’t be surprised if the men and women share the washbasin facilities.  Or if there’s urinal there with just a swinging half saloon type door in front of it and the guy’s back in full view.  Sometimes in a French toilette I think of the controversies in the US and just roll my eyes.

Of course, you have bread with a meal.  But it goes right on the table.  Don’t look for a bread plate.

Promptness.  Not a big deal here.

And when you start a conversation with a French person, don’t ask about career or kids.  That’s considered too personal.  However, I admit that I do it all the time.  I have too much HR interviewer in my DNA.  So I just realize that I am stepping into a dangerous territory and hope that I have developed enough goodwill that they will excuse it as my American-ness.

Lastly, you can buy them at all the tourist stores, but I have never seen a French woman or man in a beret.

Butter Weather!

 

There are few things in the world better than French salted butter.  Especially when you can see the salt crystals in the butter itself. Yum.  Miam Miam.  It’s the Swede in me I guess.    So what’s Butter Weather?   Why, of course, it’s when you can safely leave the butter on the counter instead of putting it back in the fridge.  So that the butter is the absolute perfect consistency for buttering bread (French, of course).   Yes, the weather has turned – it was 46 this morning when I woke up.  Highs in the high 60s or low 70s during the day.  Fabulous.

 

I am off to meet a friend of a friend this afternoon who has just arrived.  I do enjoy being a tour guide.  So I will take a highlighter and one of my many extra maps of Paris and give her tips.  It will be interesting to see what her other friends have suggested.

I VOTED TODAY!  It was a busy day at La Poste.  Mailed my ballot to the County of Sacramento Elections office.  Wrapped it with packing tape – that sucker will not break open en route.  Then I posted a gift to a friend – the goddess of Peace… wonder if she will get that?  And fortunately, the nice guy helped me.  I sent something to my sister a few months ago in a big envelope usually used for papers… and he just let it go that way….  Meaning no customs forms to fill out.  Last thing I sent,  – scarves in the same type of envelope – I had to fill out all the forms.   The nice guy just had me seal it up and off it went.  Much cheaper that way too.

Daily I follow the election via the New York Times and Washington Post on my IPhone.

(oh, by the way, I HATE IOS10… You might want to read up about before you install or you will be searching frantically to figure out how to open the dang thing and how to read your email that suddenly appears in the tiniest font possible – that’s on my IPhone 5, btw for full disclosure.  I have managed to figure it all out, but sure surprised me.)

(At least my laptop is working again – a reader told me that Microsoft pushed out a huge update…  Although it did make changes to my lock screen photo all by itself.  Instead of my Eiffel Tower photo, suddenly there were giraffes!!?!?!)

Back to the election.  You must have figured out I am with her.   Got my hat and buttons finally.  She’s not perfect – what politician is?  But Trump scares me.  Trump supporters scare me.  I hear and see him encouraging civil disobedience… nope, that’s not right.  Civil disobedience means using nonviolence to change.  He’s inciting people to violence.  That’s not the way America is supposed to work.  At my lowest point, I wonder if this is the end of democracy.

All my healing friends – time to send as much positive energy into the world.  Trump. Brexit. Marine Le Pen in France, Merkel losing favor, UK to scrap the Human Rights Act for the British Bill of Rights whatever that is, the Colombians not approving the peace accord…  Thank god for Justin Trudeau. (Diversity over division).

The blog won today.  Now off to the couch to read before setting off for Bercy.

Laptop 1, Blog 0

 

I have been fighting:  the urge to read against the need to blog.  And the couch was winning – see last blog.  But today I was determined.  I even had a sentence that was so clever and witty that it simply drove me to the laptop.

And there at the computer I was undone.

The laptop sits on my table every day. And night.  (Unless the house elves are moving it about).  And recently I have had several projects – find an AirBNB in Montpelier (and the entire Montpelier trip), figure out whether it’s going to be Prague or Budapest or both, all the Bloom Where You’re Planted stuff, and the usual – mail and Facebook.  And apparently those maybe indeed 60 open web pages make the laptop very slow.  So I closed them all down and was going to just reboot and sit and write a clever piece for the blog.

Nope.

The computer told me there were updates.  So I decided to go out for a bit of shopping before blogging.  When I come back an hour later, it is STILL updating.  OMG.  I think it took another 45 minutes.  It reminded me of the “old” days when updates would have those little boxes and would say 39 hours to upload….

Maybe there’s a reason it’s recommended to turn your computer off from time to time…  not every 3 months…

And of course, the clever and witty sentence has evaporated.

So on to random thoughts.

I crossed a bridge on a bus last week.  Looking up the Seine, I could see the towers of Notre Dame, the spire of Sainte Chapelle, the dome of Sacre Coeur, the water shimmering with sunlight and the Eiffel Tower to my back.  It was a moment of pure joy and a reminder of why I love it here.  And a moment of disbelief – am I really here?  Earlier that morning when I set out and found a new route, I had thought – I own Paris now!  The view of the Seine just made me happy.

And then of course, later in the day the reality of France made itself known.  I had a package not delivered – the note was.  Pick it up on 30/9/2016 after 1100.   Really.  In French but that was pretty simple.  So I go off to the Poste about 1130.  You got it – no package available yet.  I surprised myself by actually arguing a bit – in French – and pointing out it did say the package would be available that day after 1100 and it was after 1100.  To no avail.  No package.  Try Monday.  However, the nice lady did say at least 3 times, Je suis desolee.  Which means, I am sorry.  OK.  That was nice.  I’ll go back Monday.

I did finally receive my Hillary cap and buttons.  Got here on Tuesday – just in time for missing the debate.  Oh well, they are here.  I did watch the debate live.  You probably did too.  But I had to get up at 3 am to watch on Bloomberg TV (thanks to my landlady for having that on the cable channels).  At 5 I went back to sleep for several hours.

Why watch live?  I don’t think any other friend in Paris did.  I know myself, I would have read the newspapers immediately to see how it went.  And then I probably wouldn’t have taken the time to watch the whole thing.  So two more early morning events for me.

We are planning an election….party?  Gathering… on Wednesday Nov 9 here in Paris.  Early.  The polls close in California at 8 on Tuesday.  That’s 5 am Wednesday here.  I have the advantage – we can follow the progress in the daylight.  We are trying to find out what bar will open at 5…

For anyone coming over, do realize it’s not the ARCH of Triumph.  It’s ARC.  Two tourists on my bus -73 – that goes up the Champs Elysees – were bugging the bus driver.  I explained that the Arc was several stops done – oh no we want to walk – and then they stayed on the bus, kept asking the driver and finally got out at the Arc stop but pushed their way out the front of the bus which is a no-no.   Entrance at the front, exit at the rear.   I haven’t seen bad tourists for… well, ages.  Maybe 2 years.  Resetting my counter.

It never hurts to ask.  It often helps.  Bad back this week – too much reading on the couch and sitting tensely at 3 am…  Saw the chiro on Tuesday and had to go back on Thursday.  If you recall, she’s French but trained and licensed in Texas.  I asked, any chance there’s a discount for the second visit in the same week?  She said 50 euros (usually 72) and that it never hurts to ask.  I amaze my American and French friends for asking and that people will respond or negotiate with me.  Again, never hurts to ask but always respectfully.

DOGGY BAGS IN PARIS!

A new law effective in January of this year requires restaurants to provide doggy bags if requested.  Thursday I had lunch at a very traditional French restaurant and had brochette of beef.  Too big a portion.  It was a nice place – I heard that Jacques Chirac eats there often – or did.  Traditional French dishes (although I did not see Tete de Veau (calf’s head) which I saw at another restaurant and was told that Chirac ordered that once a week while he was mayor of Paris – it was just a block from Hotel de Ville).  But apparently this restaurant was mentioned on some website so now it is also full of tourists.  The waiters spoke English well.  There I am.  Lots of beef on my plate.  Wanting a doggy bag but not sure of the response.  Will he get French Uppity?  My tactic – “Monsieur, I have a very American question…” pause.   He replies – “you want to take away?”  “Yes please!”  That simple.  Whew.  We say Take out in the States, in England and France it is called Take Away (Emporter en francais).

Because it was so simple, I asked for Emporter at the Pizza restaurant, PizzaWaWa.  Pas de problem!

Laptop 1, Blog 1