"Madame," I yelled. "Excusez-moi, Madame?"
A woman in a neighboring balcony got her attention for me.
"Excusez-moi, il me demande, quel est le titre de votre livre?"
Unfortunately, my French is not that good, because she was confused. From our exchange, which I abandoned before it became too painful, I learned simply that she was reading a collection of short stories.
I don't know if they are mystery stories, bible stories, biographies or what...but still more interesting than dish washing gloves.
Posted by sonya worthy at Monday, July 11, 2011