Tuesday 15 May 2018 3.24pm
I was on a 381 bus around 12.25 p.m. today, en route from Rotherhithe, to meet my wife at Hays Galleria for lunch.
There were two French women sitting behind me, and when the bus stopped at the Boss St. stop, corner of Tooley and TBR, the two women said to the young woman driver, “La Tour?”
She looked at them blankly, so I said, “Cherchez vous Le Pont de la Tour
restaurant, ou La Tour de Londres?”
(Are you looking for Le Pont, restaurant, or the Tower of London?”)
They said, “La Tour de Londres.”
I pointed toward the bridge, saying, “Cette direction”, and said to the driver, “They want the Tower.”
She said “Too late now”, and stroked the accelerator.
The next stop was suspended, so we went all the way to London Bridge station.
They got off, as I did, they looked at me bewildered, all I could do was point them back toward TBR, and shrug, “Desolée.”