Well, I was the one who had to do it, with more fear than shame, because, although we had all studied French in high school, none of them wanted to speak it because they all said they’d forgotten it, so it was up to me. What if they didn’t understand me? What if I was wrong?
“Well,” Blas said, “if you don’t try, we’ll be sleeping here in the car tonight, and I think we’ve already spent enough time in here.”
The man told us that it would be difficult for us to find a place at this time, but we could go to one place, and we would find a bed there. It was a boarding house and it didn’t cost much.
So in the end, after going around and around, because the streets were naturally all in French, incidentally called “Rues,” and they all looked the same to us, we reached the place and were able t
