So do I look like I have a face that can give directions in ANY language? I am flattered actually, but today marks the 6th time that someone has asked me directions since I have been here. In French. And did I understand?
Uh, no, except for this afternoon when I could actually respond and tell the kind lady where the street was. It happens to be the street I am currently residing on – Rue de Lausanne. And it’s about 500 ft. long and it was right in front of me so all I had to do was point. And say C’est la, Madame.
Then she had to go and ask me where the hair salon was – she said it was at numero trois. So I directed her that way. How can I miss.
So proud of myself. Of course who knows if the lady found her way…She is probably on the train into Lausanne right now as far as I know. The station is in the same direction….
(Does my face say – Hey, ask ME directions person-who-is-lost? Christopher says it’s because I have the demeanor of looking like I know where I am going and I walk with a mission. It’s my NYC look, refined as a child living in the big apple)
Photos for today…
Actutally have a photo of the street – you go straight towards the chairs and take a right…