So while Sandra was off in Italy for two weeks painting clouds, I was painting the barge in a town in Champagne called Sillery. One day an attractive young woman came by and, I guessed, asked if she could speak with me. We chatted, all in French. Twenty minutes later, without a word of English having entered the conversation, she asked if she could take my picture. Sure, I said. I handed her a boat card with my email address. With my pidgin French, in which if I don’t know a French word I say it in English with an Inspector Clouseau Peter Sellers fake French accent, who knows what I actually had told her. I’ll confess that there was a stage in my life when a newly met young woman would be told I was an astronaut. Or a brain surgeon.
But I did find out some of what I’d said. I received an email from Clémence today, containing this newspaper article.
Magnifique!
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Great picture.
Lisa
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You didn’t translate the article. I’ll have to go to Google translate.
If only I could read French! Great photo though.
The barge looks good, Harvey, as do you.
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Happens to me all the time.
Felicitations!
On Thu, Jul 20, 2017 at 8:51 AM On a barge in France wrote:
> onabargeinfrance posted: “So while Sandra was off in Italy for two weeks > painting clouds, I was painting the barge in a town in Champagne called > Sillery. One day an attractive young woman came by and, I guessed, asked if > she could speak with me. We chatted, all in French. Twenty m” >
Kent – so where are you folks this summer? We’re on the Marne heading to Auxerre, eventually.
Hi Sandra, John from Ipswich here saying Hello. Feel free to drop me a line sometime. Take care.
Hi Sandra and Harvey,
Can’t say how much I enjoyed the On a Barge book.
We’re a way up the Seine at the moment shortly before St. Mammes before turning down the Loing.
Anyway, your writing is an inspiration to us other boatees/bargees to keep on boating/barging.
Best regards,
Rob and Audrey, your neighbours in Sillery and Damery