London, United Kingdom
April 18, 2006
I must also mention what I can only assume is French humour (or humiliation): a lovely gentleman who listened to me butcher his language as I bumbled my way through basic GCSE French trying to enquire about the price of a room, who later dazzled us with his extensive understanding of the English language whilst smirking at my fuschia-tinged cheeks. Shamed and feeling like an uncouth ignoramus, my friend made me check into the very same hotel.
From journal A Weekend in Paris