A cute French boy (shocking, I know) was standing next to me at the crosswalk near my flat. I was coming from the Travelex in Part-Dieu and I went all by myself. Took the metro all by myself. He asked me if that gigantic building over there :points: was the Manufacture des Tabacs, which it was. But then he said something else and when he saw the deer caught in headlights look on my face and my mumbled "Pardonne, Je viens de New Yawk" excuse, he graciously apologized.
I wish I knew more French.
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