photo: maira erlich
I dreamt in French the other night. A few days later I heard a woman speaking French to her daughter {one of the cutest things in the world is hearing a child speak French}. I asked "D'ou vennez vous?" She was taken aback, then immediately pleased. We spoke for a few minutes, flowing in and out of French, her little girl sept ans, the same age as my oldest. It made me miss it. French culture. The beautiful language. The cheese, which Julianne and I vowed to try a different one each grocery visit while we were in Paris 10(?!) years prior. The cheese section in France is like the chip/snack section in America. My French papa said, the BIGGER the smell, the better the cheese. I'm not sure I agree, but it is disheartening to see the puny little selection we have here when there is a whole world of cheeses to be sampled, spread, crumbled, and melted. J'adore la France. Un jour, n'est pas?
oh mon ami! je t'aime
ReplyDeleteJ'adore la France, aussi! So much, just yesterday I said to Kurt: NEXT MISSION:FRANCE!
ReplyDeleteoui, oui!
ReplyDeleteJe pouvais voir ta famille en France. Sept passports Americans! Pas de problem. Tu dois parler français avec tes filles. C'etait adorable. ça doit être de famille.
ReplyDeleteMatisse, mes cinq filles Francaise, trop mingon!
ReplyDeleteI think I need some translation for the above conversations.
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