At that time I was recent college grad. Translation? Poor. But as a middle-class black girl who’d spent my junior year cycling around Oxford in penny loafers, I knew what fork to use when or why a sorbet might arrive before a main course or how to find my way to the Louvre without speaking the language. And when I didn’t know something, I’d ask someone who did. Which is what you do when you feel like you have the right to be wherever you are.