Ready to eat and shop in France - part one.
Destination - Lille
We arrive with a bang, or was that just Leanne reversing into a tree? (no damage to car or tree, phew)
Following Lars in his about town car, we arrive in the centre of Lille. This turns out to be a very beautiful Brusselesque town with loads of fashionable shops and patisseries. First item on the list is obviously some cream for my eczema. Whilst the rest of the party pressed their noses up against the patisserie window, I set off fearlessly with my bad French and a very recent lesson on how to pronounce hydrocortisone. (Drop the h and replace the y with an e).
In the pharmacy I go, I stumble through hello I need some edrocortisone creme s'il vous plait, I explain I don't know what it is in French, blank looks. I start to point to areas of my body affected by eczema, well the areas I can show in public without fear of arrest, I'm sure by this time I had attracted the attention of the security guard. I mime rubbing on cream, I continue to babble on for what seems like ages, when eventually the pharmacist says in perfect English, yes, it's called hydrocortisone in France as well, that will be three euros fifty please! Sacre bleu.
I guess I gave them something to talk about in their tea break.
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| In the patisserie! |
