And naturally my first port of call is to the canteen where the menu looks most exotic.
But, I am not sure of how to ask for a baked potato in French, I think it is Pomme de terre en robe des champs, but I might just point and say “Oui, si vous plait” when the dinner lady tells me what it is.
The Young Ladies have been very busy making props of a French nature, but I have to admit to being une petite peu reluctant when they put me in the guillotine!
Thank goodness the blade was only made of cardboard!
As I rather like having my head attached to my neck!