While speaking French is not an absolute necessity here, thanks to a fair abundance of English speakers, communication is not always easy. I am reminded of my travels through Turkey, occasionally able to understand, but powerless to respond aside from basic manners. "Oui, no, merci, tres bien". I now have a few essential pieces of vocabulary (please excuse the spelling, I only know how to pronounce them!) like combustible de camping (white gas) and diluant pour peinture (paint thinner). Thanks to my time in South America, after being directed to a Sherwin Williams to buy white gas for our whisperlite, I now just head to the paint shop - typically far more abundant than a camping store, incredibly cheap, and sold by the quart instead of the gallon. Aside from that, my French is hilarious and mostly consists of standing around feeling stupid with a big grin on my face, hoping that an English speaker will magically appear by my side. So far, it's worked every time.
Escapades documented with photography and candid (stream-of-consciousness) storytelling.