Dream Weaver

I dreamt I was in France the other night.

I was in a hurry to get somewhere, but was taking my time to buy pastries.

(http://willows95988.typepad.com/tongue_cheek/)

The lady handing me the most delicious looking caramel slice spoke to me in French, a language I unfortunately don't speak, mixed with German, a language I do.



It was my first multilingual dream.



Parlez-vous français?

Nein, Spreche ich Deutsch.

(All other photos my own)