Bonsoir

A fine evening to end my trip. Not wanting a big meal, I walked to a nearby creperie. It was rustic like it belonged in the Alps. The owners were older and casual. He wore jeans. He quickly took my order and poured me a glass of wine. This is the kind of place with the small tables and one long bench on the side against the wall. If it's crowded, you sit very close to your neighbors. A family of four came in with two small children. They said they would be seven, so tables were pulled together, and the little boy sat next to me. When three women came in, with two who looked to be in their twenties, the faces of the children lit up. Some things are universal. When I left, the owner followed me out to ask me where I learned to speak French. Ha! It turns out he lived once in Vancouver, Canada and worked in the Yukon.