PalenQ

thanks tarquin - I am a graduate of a top university majoring in English so I find !!!!!!!!!!! a natural!!

PS - !

Aduchamp1

Great Munich in time for the Olympics!

PalenQ

On my way to Gare de East to hop the night train to the East (like many unfortunate French citizens were forced to do during the Nazi occupation) I decided I needed some java - and seeing no McDonalds where I was I went into an ordinary Parisian cafe.

And sat down.

and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally I yelled "Gars' son" - and some bloke is a black apron and white shirt slowly came my way.

I said "Scuzzez me (I had been warned to try to speak a tad of French that it helps break the ice, etc.) I want a coffee, silver plate."

And the waiter just stared at moi.

Whazz?

I repeated "I ver uno cafe pour favour"

Finally the waiter barked "Me no speaka Englishey"

So I gave up and on the way out I heard that very same waiter talking on the phone in perfect English - so I learned that it is true that Parisians like waiters - highly educated Parisians can and do speak English but they simply will not.

Well learn as you live I always say and I guess I got a whole lot of living to do!

PalenQ

Oops on the way to the train station - Gare des East - I met a nice young gal - actually two of them who had a map and were asking me - yes MOI - how to get to the LeChair Cemetery - I said I do not know, I am an American tourist who is clueless. They went about their business.

But weird thing once I got to the Gare des East, voila I found my railpass as well as my wallet gone - it must have dropped out of my back pocket so I went to retrace mys teps but to no avail.

So I headed to LeChair Cemetery for a quiet night's rest and free to boot. Weird though quiet I kept hearing Doors music reverberating throughout the bone yard!