Raf's Travel Diaries

Once again, I am lost. -Hello new place. As always, no map. I walk a bit here, and a bit there. I have no clue in what part of the city I am. -Oh well, I might as well get some late breakfast, a coffee maybe. I see a sign that reads: Cafe-Restaurant. The place is empty except for one table where a couple sips coffee. I pick a table and sit down. The waiter ignores me, so I call him and he drags himself to my table. I have practiced in my head what I'm about to say, and with my best smile I plunge: -Un cappuccino s'il vous plait. He looks at me in disgust, and with a heavy accented english replies: -No. Unless you pay in advance and drink it in less zan 10 minutes. Ziz is a Restaurant, can't you see we are in lunch time. I can feel my expression change dramatically, and my right eyebrow rising . I exaggeratedly look around to make my point that the place was empty. -Non, merci. That was a great first impression the Parisians made on me. Raf