we will be food critics at some point in our lives. and get paid for it.
i get unreasonably happy hearing french in this place - a table of quebecois behind us at dinner 2 nights ago, parisian ladies at the souvenir shops. we switched to french with the parisian best day agent (with whom we booked a snorkeling excursion); she seemed pleased.
one of my favourite moments thus far: being subject to an ear-ful of “i want to fuck you now” as a 60-something year old rounded the corner up the stairs after her husband, her sheepishly apologising with “oh! excuse me!” to which i countered with “have a wonderful night madame.”
