“Do you sell corkscrews?” I asked, while simultaneously pointing at the bottle of wine on the counter and miming the action of opening it. I enthusiastically twisted the non-existent bottle opener and looked expectantly at the girl behind the till.
The curly-haired cashier gave me a strange look and slowly shook her head no. I wasn’t sure if she didn’t understand or if they didn’t sell corkscrews. Continue reading “Dumb Tourist Moment #12 – The Corkscrew in Paris”