Welcome to Paris, Speak English?
So we arrived at the French customs kiosk. I had filled out my Disembarkment papers incorrectly. There was a place that asked for the last airport. I didn’t know if the form wanted the previous airport or my final airport. I chose the latter.
“Sorry, that should be Pittsburgh. Not de Gaule.”
The customs guys sighed heavily and crossed out my entry and wrote in the change. He then held up the card and said in that oh-so Parisian-ified English,
“Eet iz wrutten een Eenglish.”
What could I say?