Perfect travel moment

I am back. It has been long since I have written. I have so many thoughts to share since I last wrote but it is late and I have new hours at work (a more convenient 8-430) so there will be more later. I just wanted to share this little anecdote about my trip. The essential traveling moment. I was in the neighborhood that my hotel was in, just in the Latin Quarter on the border of the 15th district. The square held four cafe/restaurants and anyway that you walked you would come across shops, bakeries, chocolates, patisseries..... you name it this area has it. Anyways my story begins on one afternoon, after leaving my Mom at the hotel to change I ventured out to get us the makings of a picnic. As I was walking up the sidewalk I saw several bakeries, and something that resembled a deli, but I was a little timid to try my french. Then I saw it. A store made only of cheese. It was perfect. The perfect shop. In it was an older man, at least in his late eighties and the owner of the shop, a middle aged man with a friendly face. After venturing in the store and listening to these men banter about the selection of cheeses in what I can only guess is refined Parisian french, they turned to me. After a moment or two of struggling with the language I discover the older man fought in the war and speaks a little English. Between my brutal french and his hesitant fifty year old English, we decide that I need to try many of the French cheeses. Before I know it they are bringing out cheeses and cutting me chunks. Slicing thin strips of the side. It was seriously my heaven. I have never seen anything like this before. After sampling and hanging out with these men for a bit I leave the shop with my cheese. Off to have the perfect picnic.