Today, I’m looking *very* French. I can’t help it. It oozes out of my pores when I’m not throwing off waves of Americanism.

Or I’m looking very helpful.

Or I’m sitting too quietly so they can’t know that I occasionally still take the wrong bus and just last week forgot my stop and ended up by the airport.

Either way, people keep asking me questions today. In French. About directions.

So, appropriately, I now know how to say: I don’t know.

FRENCH: Je ne sais pas.