Date and time: Last Sunday, around 3 PM
Location: Somewhere in Pacquis, lost and looking for the Rue de Alpes parking structure.
The scene: Trying to read a street name while Naina takes the opportunity to pee against a building. Lovely!
Old man with funny cap (Omfc): "something something madame?" (my best French translation. all I can tell is that it's a question)
Me (blank, hunted look on face): "Uh...uh...um...ne parlez-pa *damn is that it?* Francais."
Omfc: "You spik the English?"
Me: Yes (maybe he knows where the damn parking is)
Omfc: *gestures to Naina*..."don't you want a..nother chien?"
Me: "Another dog?"
Omfc:" Yes, dog, dog. You want another dog?"
Me: "Uhmmmm....non monsieur, merci...but no thanks."
Omfc: "Ok..ok...I am love you." *he blows a kiss*
I have two questions:
(1) What the heck did he mean? Did he want to give me another dog? why? Did he want to breed Naina? Weird!
(2) Why do crazy old men like me? I mean, really...they do. Do I give off a ratty shawl-collar sweater infested with butterscotch candies vibe? A few years ago a venerable Afghan gentleman in Chicago talked to us on the street and then insisted on kissing my cheek (till then he was kind of sweet), which he did in a slightly creepy way...more neck than cheek ya know?
Anyway I found the place I had parked my car helped by two fluent English speakers...Filipina prostitutes. I figured they live in the area...if anyone knows where the parking structure is they would. They did, they pointed it out, were friendly and really nice and when I got my car and passed by them, I waved and called out thank you.
I had spent the Sunday afternoon parking my car and then walking around the lake. The weather was amazingly gorgeous and everyone but everyone was out and about. Dogs, babies, young lovers, old lovers, families...and me...and Naina, of course. I felt almost like a Genevoise, relaxing at the lake on a beautiful day, when the water sparkles, and the sky a blinding blue studded with meringue-like clouds. Aaaah!