And a trim for my horse, please
Whilst staying in the Provence recently, I went to a hairdresser and had her in fits of laughter at my mispronounced request to cut my chevaux, horses, rather than my cheveux, hair.
Sent by: Kate
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On my first trip to France, in the 60s, aged 15, I was in the local prisunic and wanted to buy a ring, but unfortunately got the word wrong and ended up asking for les bagnoles, old bangers, instead of les bagues. I also managed to tell a group of French boys on the ferry that I was cinquante, 50, rather than quinze, 15.
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