A short story:
Once upon a time, after living in France for over a year, the Lancelots each went on their Saturday runs separately. Lady L to Marché Bastille for a kale-sighting and Sir L for a haircut/run combo.
They decided to reunite afterwards at the central in-between spot of the palace-like Hôtel de Ville in the Marais.
When Lady Lancelot was near the horrid and scary dungeon department story of BHV, she phoned her brave and newly coiffed Sir L to see where he was.
He replied in his brave and heroic voice, "I quickly went into BHV to slay the mean and ugly dragons (as in sales people that don't help you) and now am catching my breath, relaxing at a nearby café."
Lady Lancelot replied, "Oh you poor thing! But thank you for defeating the BHV army for us both! What café are you at my dear Sir Lancelot?" she asked.
"Café Richard," he answered.
Lady Lancelot searched and searched for this corner café where her Lancelot love claimed he was. It was nowhere to be found. She quickly gave up and phoned him again desperately searching for him near and far.
And that's because Sir Lancelot thought that the coffee brand he was drinking at the café which is the SAME coffee brand (as in Café Richard) they serve at literally every café in Paris and printed on every single coffee cup at these cafés, was the name of the actual café.
Welcome to Lancelot Land my friends.
... And scene.
***This post is dedicated to my Grandma and Aunt Diane because while I was home in America they told me that they were tired of seeing a red Turkish flag and want me to start writing more!