28270 Brezolles, France
it's like linguistic nerdout scene in My Fair Ladythere was an Italian rider near this cafe who, like many Italians, looked immaculate despite the many hours that he'd been on the road. He was a chatty fellow and tried to amuse us by guessing where we were from by our accents.
"ah, you, the way you talk reminds me of De Niro from the Untouchables, that means you are from Chicago, yes?"
"say 'father' again, no, now you're trying too hard. for a moment I was thinking you were from Northern England. Maybe Manchester?"
he was wrong more than half the time, but at least he was entertaining.