Back to life, back to reality. This of course means my stories about the glamorous life in the suburbs are back full force. As much as I know you are dying to hear about me avoiding the pool dude who talks to my boobs, my piles of dirty laundry and what the scandalous neighbours have been up to, I shall save those stories for another day because I simply must prattle on (I’m 40 now I can say prattle) about Paris! 
We arrived in Paris after our red eye flight. Now I understand why they call it the red eye. If you are a nervous flyer and excited about what lays ahead, no way in hell are you going to be able to sleep! Red Eyes. Anyway, we arrive, catch a 40 minute 55 Euro cab ride to our hotel and the hotel gods shine down upon us. Our room is ready! 
We stash our bags and go out to explore one of the most romantic cities in the world!
As we wander the streets I hear a familiar grumbling and realize ..it’s my Hubby’s stomach. We need food. Now. Perfect. A chance to practice that high school French!
We enter an intriguing boulangerie and peruse a mouth watering selection of sandwiches, pastries and unfamiliar yummies. We start panicking slightly as we realize the line we are in is moving at a rapid speed, the french language rolling off the tongues of the locals, even faster. We are not ready to order, and I’m not sure, but I do not think this is French? No one taught me this language! These people are speaking so fast I can’t even pick out a word.
No worries, I assure my Hubby. I’ve got this. When it’s our turn I face the sweet blonde behind the counter and not so boldly state en francais. Pardon, Je ne pas parle francais?
The tiny shop erupts with laughter.
What? What did I do?
“Oh…” the little shop owner replies back in his charming French accent, “I think you just did.” Le Sigh. How embarrassing.
Six shades of red later we leave with our poulet and baguette and a couple of free desserts to make up for the fact that my French entertained the crap out of them our embarrassment.
So, my French may suck, but it gets me free dessert!
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It’s always better to say something amusing than insulting because that would’ve ended with you getting your free dessert in your face !
oh my gosh! I have missed you and am so happy that I have time to play some catch up!!! Too funny.
That is so funny!!!! I am so happy that you finally got your dream trip!!!!
xoxoxo
Oh, I feel for you! There are so many tourists in Paris that most of these vendors speak English. But hooray for your effort, and at least you scored some free desserts.