Yesterday evening there was a tap on my door. I opened it to monsieur who held in his hand a sheet of tin foil on which lay three glistening very fresh trout, gutted and ready to cook. ‘Pour vous’, I think he said. I thanked him in my best italian then, realising my mistake, in my best greek. Fortunately Lisi and Linda, who were in the cottage with me, were able to step in and take over thanking monsieur for his kindness.
The trout were eaten this evening and were as tasty as I had anticipated they might be. Shortly after eating them I again answered a rather nervous tap at the door. Monsieur stood before me, as incapable of utterance as I, offering me six further beautiful fresh trout. ‘Thank you’, I said, ‘Thank you so much!’. He seemed to understand.
Oh! How I am coming to love the french!