Anton tried to parse that, but he wasn't sure he understood. He furrowed his brow in concentration, repeating the words to himself.
"Up -" He looked up, wondering how that helped anything. Gray sky, a few clouds. "...left?" He looked towards the left, to the building that was right there on the street, a butcher.
Maybe she thought he wanted something to eat? Did he get the words wrong? "No, no food... the... big... thing..."
He pointed down at the book, which in addition to the phrase, showed a drawing of the Eiffel tower. "To go here, please. You help?"