Now this is not a normal complaint most couples have. “Geez honey, I just really can’t find anything on the French Riviera to spend money on today.” The struggle is real folks!
I am not sure if I have mentioned this or not but I, for some unknown reason, become a mute when we are in France. For anyone who knows me, this might come as a shock since most of the time I am running my yap incessantly. As you can imagine, Dirk does not complain about a wordless Westcott. Do not be confused, I understand every single word that is uttered in French so not much gets by me but after a decade long break from speaking the language, my confidence is shot. Plus, I have such a handsome translator at the ready!
For a minute or so, I listened to Dirk talking with this sweet woman about her baskets and her shop and she was asking which ones we wanted and Dirk, in his adorable way, was trying to point out several we liked. Progress was slow, needless to say, and my patience was wearing thin.
“Tell her we want them ALL!”
After a brief price negotiation since we had effectively emptied her store that afternoon, we settled up. Baskets loaded in our station wagon and with a large hug and an even larger “Merci”, we were on our way!
How I wish we had gotten her email address! Those 35 baskets were all sold within our first 24 hours of business last Spring. We will have to make the drive to the lovely Coursegoules again next Fall and see if we can’t find a few more baskets to bring back with us.