I had my first French lesson last night with my new tutor. It's been 14 years since I took my last French class and I was surprised that I remembered quite a bit, but can't recall simple things like the word for "dress" or numbers (I had to count on my fingers and repeat the numbers aloud until I got to the one I wanted). Now certainly the native Frenchwoman teaching me is really in command of the language, but I was rather surprised that she could carry on en francais and I was pretty much understanding what she said with a few "pardons?" tossed in there every now and again. So, although most of my answers are still in English, I'm looking forward to being able to read French Vogue.
And that reminds me...this is the perfect excuse to Carine Roitfeld's monthly fashion bible at Borders now.
3 comments:
I loooove that you're doing this.
You know, Laurenn and I are talking about going to Paris for her 40th next year. You should come.
So superduper tempting I just might take you up on it. Next lesson is on the 31st!
i have wanted to do this for ages (along with taking up the cello again).
i remember such little french for all the years that i studied it in hs/college. it's a shame the one thing that i can always remember to say is:
je suis une pomme de terre!
it has yet to really come into good use.
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