Month: February 2013

I met Scarlett O’Hara when I was eleven, or twelve. My Dad and I sat together through the 4-hour movie (and the 30 minute intermission.) Life was never quite the same after that. Merci, papa. I fell in love with her, Atlanta and the American South, where I later spent a year as an international student, thanks to a full…

(*) que dalle: Zilch! Nada!  Louis de Funès (Le Gendarme à New York) La leçon d’anglais (the English lesson)  Last week, I instructed my France travel workshops in the Seattle area. During the (sold out) morning class, “Survival French for the Traveler,” thirty brave souls stayed with me for three hours and alternately laughed, frowned,…

This story was written in 2013. It has been updated. Les bonbons. Les bonbecs. I miss you, sweet (and not so sweet) candy of my childhood. My teeth did not like you as much as I did. I associated with you too often, and spent many Thursday mornings (the French school children’s day off at the…