2019_04_09; Durango France in Colorado One of the things that I find so intoxicating about travel is the unexpected, chance encounters along the way. When I couldn't eat at my first choice restuarant in Durango, I asked for a bfast suggestion - when given the opportunity for a French bakery, welllllll.... what else is one to do?? Really?? As I walked in the door at Jean-Pierre's, downtown Durango, I asked the kid, "Anyone speak French in here??" He laughed, said he could nail the pleasantries, hello, goodbye, thank you, but that the restaurant's namesake would be in shortly. Just before I tucked into my eggs benedict, JP came in and we start gibber jabbering away in French, MUCH to my delight!! The server looked a little shocked, like maybe he had thought I'd overplayed my hand. Jean-Pierre ordered himself up an omlette, pulled up a chair, and, for 40 minutes, we shared a breakfast together, laughing and talking about travels, my favorite city in the world, Paris, and real estate.... yes, still, in French - I guess the last 8 years of study has paid off!! hahaha - at least he played along, if nothing else!! We then went across the street to meet his Belgian friend. Kiss-kiss-kisses, or bise-bise-bisous. And, then, I was off, down the road to scoot across the mountains before they got hit with a big snow storm.