Here in the south of France, I have learnt the word “supprimé”. It means deleted. My train back to Marseille has been deleted. The next one is delayed 40 minutes, so I did the sensible thing and headed across the road to the small bar, and ordered a glass of white. The bar tender couldn’t speak any English at all, to the extent of asking a complete stranger in the bar to translate my terrible french “I would like a glass of white wine” (I thought I had that one covered..). However, he did wheel out a sentence “where is your boyfriend? It is impossible you do not have a boyfriend! You are beautiful! I love you!”. Classic.
And the train eventually came!! It was a veritable party on the platform after te delays!! We were all relieved!