A couple years ago, I wrote a lengthy blog post challenging my family, friends, and followers to seek out reputable foreign news sources in languages other than English. After yesterday's circus in Washington, I think it's more important than ever to repeat my challenge, especially since I haven't seen any English-language coverage of the spectacle… Continue reading Foreign sources, redux
Those of you with good memories may remember the post I wrote years ago describing how Kathryn mocked me for using the word ouais. Number of times I heard Kathryn use the word ouais today: Six.
Kathryn and I arrived a few minutes early our first day of classes. This is the view from the patio where many of us gather during the morning breaks. The street below the patio is Rue St. Guilhem, a busy shopping area with limited access to motor vehicles. Guilhem is the word for William in… Continue reading First day of class at French school in Montpellier
It turns out that Angelina, the venerable tea room on rue de Rivoli in Paris, has an outpost at the Palace of Versailles. Kathryn and I found ourselves there earlier today, enjoying a snack of chocolat chaud africain before finishing our tour of the museum. We were in the tea room all alone -- more on why we were alone in a future post -- and we had just ordered. As usual, Kathryn let me do the ordering. I think she likes to hear me speak French, even though my French sucks.
Here's a list of things you probably don't know about me. It's in no particular order.
I discovered today that the French expression for World Youth Day is les Journées mondial de la jeunesse, which is abbreviated JMJ. That's pretty cool.