Rude waiter

Well - it took significantly longer than I expected, but today we encountered our first rude waiter.  After wandering into Le Festival for a superb breakfast, where the waiters looked after us brilliantly, and then after a magnificent lunch at another cafe, we returned to Le Festival for a coffee.  After requesting a coffee and a carafe of water, which is fairly standard, he told us there was no water.  Pourquoi?  I asked.  We serve coffee, ice cream, wine.  No water.  I told him he was vulgar and we walked out.  I think I told him he was vulgar.  I could have said his mum drinks from the toilet for all I know, but hey - I felt good about it.  I need an Australian flag on my head - I'm sure it was because I looked like an American that he was rude.  C'est la vie.

We walked out more amused than annoyed.  The bar/tabac down the road looked after us much better.