I set my alarm this morning for the first time during this trip. I woke up just before noon. I missed my 10am hair appointment. So, instead of doing nothing, I decided to have my manicure at this adorable French salon. I love the salons here because they know just how to make a girl feel right at home..
After taking my umbrella and overcoat, the lady asked if I would like "le cafe". Coffee. Nope. No coffee, thanks. Just a manicure. So as the other lady was removing the previous red nail polish she glanced up at me with a questioning look. Normally this is when you would say which color you prefer. I wanted red. So, I said "red". Just like that. With my little hint of a southern accent. So, a minute later she brought me some bread. A huge basket of bread. Obviously to go with the coffee I was not having... I'm thinking it was my own fault for not politely referring to it as "rouge". I could have simply said "la vernis a ongles le rouge" and she would have brought back a red nail polish. Instead I had to look at all of the yummy carbs staring me down like an idiot.
We had a great time, especially the young French girls working in the salon who got a kick out of the silly American girl with the huge basket of bread. Next thing, time to pay. Problem; I had wet, beautiful, red nails, and my euros were in the back pocket of my white jeans. So, after realizing the issue, and recognizing that I had a good point, and wasn't pointing at my butt for no good reason, the girl working at the desk obliged and I went on my way.
Living vicariously, indeed...
The rest of my day was a blur. It rained. I took a bus. I took a bath. Went to work. Had dinner. Same thing, different day in paradise.
So I sit here tonight trying to study a little bit of French for my next adventure. So far I've only learned how to ask for a glass of red wine. It's not much, but it's a start...
"Je voudrais un verre de vin rouge. Merci!"
I'm starting with the necessities.
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