Sprechen Sie anglais?

I decided today that I should shake things up and broaden my horizons a little bit. I thought to myself, why should I always be confused in just one language when I can be confused in two languages instead? So with that in mind, I took my first trip to French-speaking Switzerland. It was a little strange to drive an hour-and-a-half with everything in German most of the way, then briefly in both German and French around Biel/Bienne, then all French, without ever leaving the country. One of these days I'm going to go for the trifecta of being confused in all three major Swiss languages--breakfast in German, lunch in French, dinner in Italian (there is a fourth language, Romansch, that I think is fairly obscure and isolated, so I doubt I could go for the grand slam).  So anyway, I drove to Neuchâtel, which is a nice town on a lake--Lac de Neuchâtel, oddly enough--with the Alps visible through the haze in the distance.  Nothing too exciting, but the weather was gorgeous, the street market was nice, the town was pleasant, and my French is better than my German (although I kept finding myself wanting to say "danke schön" instead of "merci", which is complicated by the fact that they sometimes say "merci" here even when speaking German--sometimes I think my head is going to explode).  Possibly the highlight of the day came when I was driving through Biel/Bienne (yes, that's what they call it) and ended up behind a man dressed all in green from head to toe, riding a bike painted all green, including the tires--oddly enough his helmet was beige, but maybe the sun just faded it from green--with handwriting on his shirt that read something like "Ein Leben ohne Mobiltelefon und ohne Auto" (a life without a mobile phone and without a car").