VALENCIENNES, France | I nervously entered the patisserie holding onto my 3 euros tightly.
The storekeeper was preoccupied with another customer; I breathed and rehearsed what I had to say in my mind. Would she understand me? Would my 3 weeks of French classes be enough?
“Bonjour! Je voudrais une tartelette au citron s’il vous plaît.”
Hello! I would like a lemon tartelette please.
She smiles and the transaction goes smoothly. Relief. I have my tartelette.
It is always the little things.