We're still a Minority

A park somewhere south of Paris, your standard Sunday. Kids play areas, walking, a lake. And poneys.

Lilia claims she wants to ride a poney. That roughly translates to "I might be afraid after 5m but let's shell out the money and try", so we do.

I lift Lilia onto the poney and say something like "So, hopp, schön festhalten". The french lady automatically assumes we do not speak French and turns to Souad to tell her to tell us how it works.

But no, dear lady, we do indeed understand you and we do speak French.

Still not the norm, but it might be one day, who knows.