I dismount from the Corbett 37 bus. Happily and sadly, the 37 stops right in front of my door. Directly across the street is a bit of greenery, a bench, and usually a bunch of men with shopping carts. Today I see three well-dressed couples huddled over a map.
I have been lost in a lot of great places. Millbrae, Mombasa. The Stockton Street garage. Where would I be without "the kindness of strangers?" I offer my help.
A guy separates from the group. With a French accent, and the precise intonation of an SNL Conehead, he says, "We are from France. I am a French man. We are looking for ze bleu 'ouse."
Confused, I echo "ze bleu 'ouse." He nods.
I'm stuck. Wait! I run into my house and grab my Mac. I cry out: "Nous Google-ons!"