Well, we’re here: Soulac-sur-Mer, north of Bordeaux, on the coast:
The drive up here from the airport vaguely reminded me of Florida – flat and sandy. Brittany is not like this.
Our lunch yesterday. Yes, a bit of a caricature, we knew:
We went out to dinner last night at a pleasant, small restaurant in the town center….
“Terminé?” she asked me with a smile.
“Oui, merci,” I replied as she leaned across me and cleared away my empty dessert plate.
After the twenty-something server walked off, my wife grinned across at me with that look I often get from her in France.
“Okay, what?” I questioned. But I sensed exactly what.
“That lingering, long smile from her,” she observed.
“She’s getting paid,” I replied. “She does that because she has to.”
“The whole meal, she’s not smiling and bouncing her head at me like that,” my wife came back. “Or chattering to me [in French] like she is to you. And you chattering back.”
“I’m being polite,” I laughed.
I will admit here that she did remind me of a friend I knew two decades ago, when we were around that age.
“Okay, see if you can attract her attention again in a minute and get the bill,” my wife replied. “Oh, wait, you shouldn’t have trouble doing that,” she chuckled.
“Look, stop. That me was a different me a long time ago,” I made clear once more.
“Uh, huh, you always say that, but I see what you are here now,” my wife giggled.
Have a good day, wherever you are in the world. And in Britain, a great Bank Holiday Monday. 🙂