Photo Courtesy of Sandra Crook
L’amphithéâtre des Trois Gaules
As a college student, I lived in France for several months. While there, I did my share of solo touring and site seeing. Sometimes, I was pestered; sometimes I was left alone to take in the lovely scenery. Some of these moments came to mind when I saw Sandra’s photo of the amphitheater in Lyon. I was reminded of some of the more colorful attempts to connect.
Word Count: 100
This amphitheater dates from the second century, built by Romans. Imagine sitting here to watch a performance….
Allo? Pardonnez moi. Would you mind if I walked with you and talked with you? Would it bother you?
Oh no…how am I going to shake this guy? I just want to look around in peace.
Allo? Do you speak English? Ou peut-etre francais?
Crud. Now I’ve got to politely get rid of him. Think fast. “Non, je ne parle pas francais. I speak Chinese.”
Quoi? I don’t understand.
There – that ought to confuse him for a while. Now to quickly move on…
This conversation really happened. When I said I spoke Chinese in English to his question, it confused him so much he stopped walking with me and talking with me. It worked.
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© Erin Leary