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My French teacher thinks I’m a prude

My French teacher thinks I’m a prude

Madame Perruque was on fire this week. We were continuing our critiques of magazine ads and Juliet, an impossibly tall, thin, Cuban woman  – who looked like she had just breezed off the pages of Cosmopolitan herself – made her way to the front of the class. Her choice was a steamy, full page ad … Continue reading

What does an American wolf say?

What does an American wolf say?

I’m part way through my second semester of French classes and truth be told, I’m in over my head. Things have accelerated quickly and I have the distinct feeling that the students folded into the chairs around me understand a lot more than I do. I like being in school though and I figure even … Continue reading

The last day for flip-flops in Nice.

The last day for flip-flops in Nice.

After my discouraging first day at school, things have been looking up considerably.  I am loving my class so far and miraculously I feel like my French is finally starting to improve. I never did find the elusive “U” bus but I managed to find the 22, which works just as well. I started off … Continue reading

Humbling Experience

Humbling Experience

The Provencal sun has set on tourist season here in Nice and the student body has thinned at my adorable little language school, tucked in beside the cumquat trees on Rue D’angleterre The over sixties have long since returned to their comfortable retirement, and the visiting university students are probably sound asleep in their French … Continue reading

Learning to Be a Student Again

Learning to Be a Student Again

It’s a very odd thing to be a foreigner in an unfamiliar country, especially when one doesn’t speak the language.  Here I am an educated, functioning adult, stripped down to an illiterate clueless, childlike being totally unable to express myself with even a shred of grace or articulation. I have been wandering around Nice, going … Continue reading