Just a favorite memory.

Richard and I are at the train station in Nîmes. It is my job to buy tickets for the train to Le Grau-du-Roi, a small town on the Mediterranean (Le Mer Méditeranée).

I practiced hard, finally met the ticket agent. “Bon jour, Madame. Il faut que j’achête deux billet pour le train au Le Grau-du-Roi.”

She looked at me dumbfounded. “Je ne comprend pas.”

I was cress fallen, my best French had been spent on deaf ears.

I slowly rephrased the request. “Deux billet pour Le Grau-du-Roi, s’il vous plait.”

She responded, “I understood you the first time, I just have no idea where you want to go!”

Apparently, I don’t pronounce “Le Grau-du-Roi” well.

Richard and I both fell in love with Le Grau-du-Roi. We spoke of retiring there, or in Nîmes.

Le sud de France est magnifique!