Guys, I’m so confused. One day I’m saying gracias to the supermarket clerk, the next day, arigato. Note to self: merci merci merci pardon.
Today I biked to the local market. I said “bonjour” to an elderly passerby. He said: “bonjour mademoiselle,”(just like the movies) and I died.
The French market in Thonon reminded me very much of the Riccarton Bush market back home (NZ). Unlike the markets in Spain where the fresh produce were displayed organically in fresh piles, the food here were set out decoratively in nice cartons, on pretty table cloths and alongside authentic ornaments.
He said: “Hey lady try this olive pesto. It’s very fresh.” Then: “but not as fresh as you!” ???
Delicious oily beignets mmm!
Okay, NOW I’m French.
This picture is for Teck Loh, Andy Banks and my father <3
Herbs for my mama <3
And last but not least, flowers for my sister.
Remnants of a French breakfast :O