Disclaimer: I wrote this while in France actually in my paper journal. I thought it was cute.
Today I ate lunch with a smelly Frenchman; then I was hit on by a cute blonde German lass over a before-dinner cocktail (mm - pina colada on the beach). They were both delightful; they were both 4 at the oldest.
After lounging on the beach for an hour or two I went to get lunch. The large party in the cafe at the table next to me had a herd of small children - one of whom was fascinated by me. I don't know what the thrall I have over the 4 year old male is, but after exchanging smiles he crawled into the chair opposite mine and helped himself to a piece of bread. His father was utterly horrified and turned red hearing my horrible French (aka nonexistent French with an American accent) reassuring him it was ok.
My little friend chattered at me for the duration of my meal and giggled at every word I uttered in either English or French. Delightful!
I continued my day relaxing in the sand and floating in the sea.
Then, waiting for my restaurant d'jour to open, I found a little wannabe tiki bar where a little towheaded German 2 year old climbed into my lap unexpectedly as I demurely sipped my drink and wiggled my toes in the sand. She kept trying to feed me popcorn from my lil' popcorn bowl they gave me on the table..... except she'd sucked on every piece first. At least her parents could speak English so they knew I wasn't upset at my newfound lil' friend. Adorable!
Today was a very cute day.
2 comments:
Meaning to ask: did you observe any/much difference between southern French people and those in Paris (possibly hard to tell since half the people you see might be tourists anyway, I guess)?
Had to chuckle at your own personal food taster; every piece of popcorn check, just in case it's poisoned. Oh, and reduced salt content too so it's healthier. :)
Hola good sir,
did you observe any/much difference between southern French people and those in Paris (possibly hard to tell since half the people you see might be tourists anyway, I guess)?
I'd say that I didn't see many non-tourists in Southern France on the coast. Granted, I was in a big tourist trap so the only people that could've been locals would've been those in the service industry that I talked to. So I really don't have any basis for comparison. Then again, in Paris I did manage to see locals and non locals by walking everywhere... including some - well - interesting neighborhoods.
Had to chuckle at your own personal food taster; every piece of popcorn check, just in case it's poisoned. Oh, and reduced salt content too so it's healthier.
She was absolutely adorable. I did end up taking some of the popcorn from her just because she was so insistent and cute and had this huge grin that made her dimples show. Granted, it was wet soggy and gross, and I fooled the 2 year old by sorta tossing it over my shoulder so I could pick it up later in my napkin.... She was gleefully squealy at that.
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