French lady stops me in the street.
Asks me for directions to the cinema.
I explain to her, in French, how you get there.
She replies, in French⁚ “Sorry, I don’t understand what you are saying, I speak French”.
Then she heads off.
In the wrong direction.
French is a fickle, fickle language.
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