Un grand erreur

When we have our chambre d’hôte guests, Brian will nip into Bar-sur-Seine around 8am to buy fresh bread and pastries from the artisan boulangerie. It gives our guests a very tasty start to the day. En route he likes to listen to french radio, not always understanding it, but just listening to the tones and letting the language flow over him. He enjoys this time in the car.

When he arrived at the bakers this morning he realised he had forgotten his wallet, and he really didn’t want to have to drive back to get it, as breakfast was fast approaching, so he boldly strolled into the shop and asked the baker – in his best French – if he could buy some bread and pastries and return later with the money. ‘Pas problème’ said the baker. ‘Phew’ Brian thought, feeling very proud that he’d managed to talk himself out of this ‘grand erreur’ as he’d explained it to the baker.

After breakfast, and when we’d said cheerio to our guests, he nipped back into Bar-sur-Seine to settle up his ‘grand erreur’