So my french is good for something. I feel like less of an ugly american.
I just had a short conversation in french with some guy on the street. He asked for a cigarette, I gave him one and he spoke to me exclusively in french. It was nice.
I gave him my french name. Oh well. It was life affirming. Sign number 7? I think so.
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