At the end of explaining the flat, Céline turned on our petite television set.
“CNN,” she said, “for you.”
Her English is flawless; we had to tell her how to say “circuit breaker.” Meanwhile, outside in the cab I barely cobbled together a sentence while Elise rang to have us let into the flat. “Is it okay that you wait for a minute? She finds the number now.”
Elise jumped in with her actual accent to save me, and I went poking about at the door to see about getting us let in. Here I was thwarted by laziness in packing – my bag was supposed to have my tiny maglite in it, but I decided at the last minute it wasn’t worth the bother. Well, standing in the pitch black lobby trying to dial up Céline on the intercom by the backlight of my iPod I decided that, clearly, it would have been worth it.
As Céline prepared to step out CNN broke from commercial back to their Obama coverage. She fixed us with a bemused look and indicated the television.
“So funny, that you have come all this way at this time.”
“But, I want to see it from here! I want to hear what you think.”
“Well,” she said with a grin, “it is great for us as well.”
She promised me an interview tomorrow if I did my French homework tonight.