Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

Taking a paper map of the Louvre out of her pocket, she flips it upside down and plasters a confused expression on her face.

Walking over to an information kiosk, she lays the map down on the counter and looks up into the eyes of a tour guide.

"Excuse me, sir, where is the portrait of Madame Recamier?" the girl asked with a thick New York accent.

She is not from New York.

"Go down this hall, make two lefts after the first doorway and enter through the arched entrance, mademoiselle." The man replied with a pleasant French accent.

"Thanks a million, sir."