It’s August, so the Europeans are here. I’ve been speaking so much French I feel as if I’m in la belle France. I love it 🙂
Of course not only Europeans are visiting the museum right now. A few days ago I asked everyone, “Where are you from?”
- S. Korea
- Saudi Arabia
- New Zealand
- South Africa
- and of course the US of A
Even though most of our products are made in China, it seems no one wants to buy them. I’m asked every day whether we have anything not made in China, and even Chinese tourists will hold up an item, “Made in what country?” they ask, and if it’s made in China, they don’t buy it.
A few of the people I met recently:
- Barry from Brooklyn.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“Guess.” he said.
I looked at his credit card and said, “New York.”
He grabbed the card back. “Where does it say New York?” he wanted to know. It doesn’t. I just guessed. He told me he was going to have dinner with a Holocaust survivor who’d hidden in a hole in the ground for two years.
- “Do you know if these books are available elsewhere?” a middle aged woman asked me, pointing to some books on the shelf
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t understand your question.”
“Are these books available in Minnesota?”
Good gracious, how on earth would I know…
- a friendly French family from Dijon. I had no idea there was such a town. Imagine being able to eat all that mustard fresh from the fields! They invited me to visit. “I’m coming on the next plane!” I told them. I wish.
- Eight year old Peregrine from Minnesota. I was surprised when he didn’t show the slightest interest in any of the books I showed him. “I wish my boys read more, ” his mother told me.
- When her companion signed the credit slip she said to her, “I didn’t know you were left-handed!” The two middle-aged women are cousins who’ve known each other since they were small kids.
- Peter from Perth. We discussed the rioting in London, what it’s like to live in Australia, and for some reason went on to talk about Zimbabwe, so I recommended the book, “When the Crocodile eats the Sun” by Peter Godwin. He promised to email me when he’d read it.
- The nice man thought I was French.
- I loved her Prada bag, but didn’t photograph it.