Clermont-Ferrand, June 2004
We have a light lunch in a small café called ‘1900’ on Place d’Espagne (close to the lovely Romanesque Basilique Notre-Dame-du-Port) in Clermont-Ferrand. It’s Wednesday, a no-school day, and we are served by a young boy, about 13 years old—perhaps the owner’s son—who was very friendly and sweet. Joanna was charmed! We heard him speak to the father, a little worried that we were ‘anglais’, but luckily we have enough French. We ordered tea and crepes (ham, and sugar with chocolate and nutella). Each of us got a delightful teapot, shaped like some animal, which we hold by the nose or trunk. It fits into a large cup underneath, making a large, round whole
Interesting, when Kev made the ‘universal sign’ for “please bring the bill” (writing motion on your hand), the boy didn’t understand, and he brought Kev a small notepad and a pencil for Kev to write with. We had to smile and say verbally, “non, l’addition”.