“I’ll open the bottle, OK? I don’t drink sparkling vine often, but let’s have it tonight.”
We nod, trying fast to conceal our suprise. Le French! Their art de vivre! Even here, in our tiny German village. What can you do.
A few minutes later we are deeply involved in a conversation (about life, the Universe and all the fish, no less) with this terribly nice French lady we have only met a few weeks before and the reason for visiting her gets almost forgotten in the process.
To sign the lease agreement for her garage.