Got up early this morning, and hopped on TGV for Paris. The TGV from Geneva goes to the Gare de Lyon. We (My SAP colleagues and I) had arranged to meet up in the "Train Bleu" which is at main entrance to the station. It's done an original fin-de-siecle style, now faded by a century or more of use. Beautiful place in an otherwise rather functional train station. If you find yourself there, go and see it, it is worth the detour.
Meeting with a French bank, as you might imagine. Finance Director could not be there, as intended, as he had been called in by the French Minister of Finance to discuss the financial crisis, which is a dashed good excuse I would say.
I presented my SAP pitch, which normally would cause me little or no anguish, as I know it pretty well by now, except for the additional challenge that I was presenting to Parisians in French.
I have learnt my French in Mauritius as a boy (and most of that as actually Creole.), in Scotland as a dead language (Nobody I knew spoke it...) and then in Switzerland.
Then once that was good enough, my Belgian colleagues started getting me to present in French, which was tolerated as in Benelux many people speak the language as a second language, and anyway, most technical words are franglais like "le cashflow".
This not the case in Paris. The correct words are "truly" French, and given the very high educational standards in France, getting it wrong is not considered impressive...
To give an analogy, someone who learnt English in Papua New Guinea, then did a correpondence course to a minimum level, then learnt to speak in Scotland, and picked up his technical vocabulary in New Zealand, might also be a bit nervous presenting to the senior management of a old school tie English bank.
Seemed to go OK in the end, which is nice, as three hours of dying on my arse and being sneered at would have ruined my whole afternoon. Also gives me the kind of vocabulary that I would not pick up in casual conversation.
So now I am on the train back to Geneva, looking forward to a chill out weekend.
Financial news continues to be uniformly dreadful, so I might avoid reading the Internet, and walk the dog instead. Much more Zen...