If you have children (and probably even if you don’t), you’ll be familiar with marshmallows. And chances are, your kids will, too. My daughter’s teacher used them to introduce the concept of “alternating”, making the kids put alternating white and pink marshmallows on a wooden stick.
In order to understand what follows, you need to know that in France, marshmallows are called “chamallows”. (Don’t ask me why.)

The other day, during our vacation in Brittany, Daddy was reading a bedtime story mentioning various sweets. When he read “chamallows”, our daughter exclaimed joyously:

“Nous aussi on va à Chamallow!”

That would be Saint Malo, the corsair city not far from the Mont Saint Michel.