The morning started out similar I needed to re-charge my prepaid phone card.
I am sure that I was given instructions on how to do it, but I couldn’t remember or understand. The wonderful waiter at my new favourite bar, Le 138, took over my phone and helped me re-charge it.
Did someone, say that the French are rude and unhelpful? Did they say that they refuse to speak English when they can? My waiter who helped me today, does not have one word of English. Somehow we managed to communicate, he helped me re-charge my phone and greeted me the next day with a very familiar Ça va, and the following day with ma chérie – my good lady! He is patient with my bad French and takes the time out of his very busy day, to wait for me to form badly constructed sentences.