Tag Archives: French language
Summer finally arrived in Paris at the end of June. After freezing for more months than I care to remember and drowning in more months of rain, I emerged to notice the signs that tell me Paris and summer have again met. From arrondissement to arrondissement, from person to person, these signs will differ. I see my Paris as I do. It's not always pretty. It's definitely not perfect. It has to be seen with some amusement and sometimes you just have to think *'C'est la vie'. (more…)
Parisians and Paris never fail to give me something to write about. I find humour, quirkiness and curious
disbelievement wonderment in practically every encounter, person and situation I come across. I walk past tiny shops and enter. I breathe in the history of those who were there before me and bought what I buy, decades before.
And then I open my mouth and shatter the illusion.(more…)
The other day at a cafe I decided to ask the chap sitting beside me to have a conversation. In French of course. He probably thought I was annoying but I don't like talking to myself in public ... That would be more annoying I'm sure. Anyway he was eating alone. I found out that he was a building works manager and had a lot of paperwork that slowed down his projects. Very French. He didn't live in Paris but travelled in to manage projects. When he left he shook my hand and said something positive and smiley to me. I didn't quite understand. Oh well. (more…)