Tire-bouchon

We apparently can't remember to pack a corkscrew when we come to France. We were at a grocery store (more like a Super Target) this evening to find some more reasonably priced plug adapters and we picked up a bottle of wine. One challenge of buying a corkscrew is figuring out what it is called. It's a little easier when you have a bottle of wine in your hand because you can at least mime the thing you're looking for. We found someone to point us in the right direction and tell us what it's called: tire-bouchon (/teer-boo-shawn/).

For lunch today I grabbed a panini and walked around the neighborhood. I got mildly lost, I had fun walking around the area before I found a street I recognize. Maybe I should carry a map with me next time. :)