A Time of the Signs

Name Your Sign Across My Heart

AnElephantCant understand some French concepts
Like the waiter in his local restaurant
You try catching his eye
He surveys the sky
It is not clear if he has just lost the floor plan

When he serves you he is friendly and charming
By your second visit you are his lifelong friend
But it is still way too hard
To get quickly served
Are they enforcing your diet or trying to drive you insane

AnElephant decides to treat himself to new supercool sunwear
He sees endless racks of shirts and shorts very French very nice
All marked 30% off
But he can only laugh
There is no indication of the original price

In the supermarket it is disappointingly similar
He sees fromages in glorious array
With three prices together
Then stretching forever
Are a million cheeses with no clue what you pay

AnElephant already spoke about road signs
Which seem to indicate the general direction
At the next carrefour*
He is hopelessly insecure
The lack of info just drives him to distraction

But there are so many things that he loves here
AnElephant can list ten thousand delights one by one
He becomes laissez-faire
He finds it too hard to care
Because at least there is a concept of the sun

*Cross-roads