my bon soir

On Saturday, while queuing up to purchase really expensive towels at Roland Garros, a French cashier mistook me to be a French. I guess the fact that I made my payments with a Carte Bleue, the French version of Visa, from Société Générale and that I only uttered 'bon soir' to him - saying more would have given away my unFrench-Singaporean-French accent - must have been the main reasons that misled him.

But still, it goes to show that after almost 2 years here, I have finally mastered the art of saying 'bon soir' in a very bon français manner. Remarkable achievement there.