Arrive at circuit yesterday, drive up to barrier. Say "billeterie" to man in booth; barrier lifts, drive in. Arrive at ticket office. Man doing donuts on track with Pontiac GTO. Stand and watch. After five minutes, go in ticket office. Hand girl at counter my receipt for Classic tickets previously ordered and paid for. "Just a moment, " says girl with big smile, "I'll get them". After about 20 seconds she returns with a sealed envelope with my name on it. "I'll just check everything's here", she says, with another smile. Opens envelope. "Parking blanc ticket, one. General entrace tickets, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ACO members' grandstand tickets," also counted, big smile still in place, "Paddock passes," same thing. All there no, probs. "Can I book for the DTMs in October?" "yes of course," big smile, "Here's the form, and a pen". "I'll have a look, fill it in at home and bring it back during the Classic". "Excellent,"she says. Big smile, "see you then."
Leave, pausing only to watch Nissan Z car doing burnup on circuit.
Now, I know I have the slight advantage of a bit better than schoolgirl French but can't imagine my reception if I tried to book at Brands only speaking French, can you?