Sapphireblue
Parisian Hot Dogs
The hot dog: you're doing it wrong.
The "jambon et fromage" crepe I bought from this takeaway on the Quai du Louvre was perfectly serviceable, but I might have done without the good-natured (?) anti-American heckling from the Tunisian gentleman who prepared it for me.
Among other things, he gave me crap about my French-speaking skill. I refrained from saying that if he thought my French sucked, he should've heard my German.
It should be said that the Tunisian crepe guy, the Strasbourg bitchface train girl, and a Parisian street tough who was too cool to walk *around* the line to get into Sainte-Chapelle were the only people who were at all rude to me the whole time I was in Europe. I didn't even get one single chance to say "Hey, I didn't vote for him."
Parisian Hot Dogs
The hot dog: you're doing it wrong.
The "jambon et fromage" crepe I bought from this takeaway on the Quai du Louvre was perfectly serviceable, but I might have done without the good-natured (?) anti-American heckling from the Tunisian gentleman who prepared it for me.
Among other things, he gave me crap about my French-speaking skill. I refrained from saying that if he thought my French sucked, he should've heard my German.
It should be said that the Tunisian crepe guy, the Strasbourg bitchface train girl, and a Parisian street tough who was too cool to walk *around* the line to get into Sainte-Chapelle were the only people who were at all rude to me the whole time I was in Europe. I didn't even get one single chance to say "Hey, I didn't vote for him."