Source: Wikipedia“There’s no point going in!” said young man in a catastrophic tone while bumping into us at the front door on his way out. “There’s no point, everybody’s left.” We stood there, bewildered, confused about our destiny for a moment.
“But we have a reservation!? We were here on Thursday and told that we will come at midnight!”
“Hm, just a second, I’ll find someone”
… and he went into the cellar and came back with the cute little francophone girl we made our reservation last week at. She was obviously expecting us, for she knew our name and had the keys to the room ready. A couple of directions in franglaise later we were in our room and laughing about the oblivious fatalist messenger.