Faux Français

It was a lovely spring day, my first visit to Paris. Amanda and I chose one of the many cafes within spitting distance at which to have lunch. We sat down at one of their outdoor tables. It happened to have English language menus on it, so we picked them up to have a look. A moment later, our waiter sees us looking at them, hastily comes up to us and plucks them away, saying something to the effect of…

Désolé, je vais vous chercher des menus français…

Sorry, I’ll get you some French menus.

We weren’t trying to pass ourselves off as French, but we were absolutely tickled at the idea that he took one look at us and assumed we must be French. While he went off to fetch the menus which I’d have a much harder time reading, I snapped this selfie. Even though I look a little too pleased with myself, I love this photo. It’s a marker of one of my favorite moments from that trip.