I was such an embarrassing francophile for so long (depuis si longtemps), but because I was mostly a teenager during that time (pendant ce temps) I can forgive myself. I grew up. I switched to Italian, I got as far as il congiuntivo. I had no language requirement. A handsome Parisian told me I spoke French like a Canadian (so what! Everyone loves Montreal). But there is something about a duvet (no top sheet) and a Matisse on the wall. C’est très romantique, n’est pas? At least for those of us who spent 10th grade wishing we could dream in French.
bises,
Bridget
