"How do you say 'please' again?"

The nearly empty TGV (train de grande vitesse) left Paris as the sun started to come up and fifteen miles later we were in the country side. Rolling fields scattered with cows and sheep separated by hedges, and small wooden fences circa 1943.

All announcements up to this point (the Air France Flight, signs in the Hotel, the metro etc.) have been followed by a lengthy english translation. The conductor made a long announcement and as I was waiting for the translation that never came, Genna who did not hear the announcement (half-asleep- still 1a.m. our time) asked, "how do you say 'please' again?" and then fell back asleep. Odd timing.