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The clear blue skies were directly overhead, as I roamed around the presqu'île, the peninsula of Dijon, one of the most beautiful cities of France. I was returning after working on my project and decided to take a little break before I returned to the monotony of my work. I entered Café Français and signalled the waiter with a flick of my hand. "Puis-je avoir un cappuccino s'il vous plait Monsieur?", I asked the waiter with a smile on my face. He returned with a large cup of cappuccino a few minutes later, during which I had already begun thinking when had the child who had no interest in French, become the man who was sitting in a café in France, ordering in perfect French?