A few summers ago I was in Collioure, the prettiest French village on the western Mediterranean, when I came across a group of French holiday makers lined up in front of the harbour near the tower.
One of them asked me would I use his camera to take their photo.
I was delight to help, but some evil spirit entered my soul, and as they all stood smiling in front of me I said ;”Dites-moi Fromage!”
They all complied, still smiling without the least sign of confusion while I photographed them.