A real Frenchman in Dublin said something to me that made my eyes go wide with fan girl appreciation. He was in his sixties and selling beautiful old books, and when I walked by, he caught my eye and gave me a warm smile. I nodded in greeting to him and he grinned, waving his hand toward his inventory. I eyed the books appreciatively and he asked if I liked to read. I told him, with a small breathy sigh that I couldn’t help, that yes, I loved to read. His eyes lit up and he turned into his shop, muttering in French. He turned back to me, and with an excited, boyish smile he said, “Allons-y.”
I thought I was going to pass out from excitement in the door of his shop.