Paris is a very nice city. Mrs. Curie often goes to Paris and she has a good time there. Mrs. Curie is old and very
, so she sometimes can't find her way.
Now she sees a man near a bus stop. "I can ask him the way," she says.
"Excuse me," she says in French. "But can you tell me the way to Notre Dame de Paris , please?"
But the man doesn't know French. He is Australian! Then he puts his hand into his coat and takes out a small book. He opens it and finds a phrase . He reads, "I'm sorry. I don't speak French."
How does Mrs. Curie like Paris?
Not at all. A little. Very much. We don't know.