I have discovered recently that I miss French desperately.
I've been reading Julia Child's memoir "My Life in France" and I can't help but feel a little left out when she writes little asides in French or simple vocabulary en Francais. I hate that I can't remember simple verb conjugations and nouns. I was practically fluent! Now look at me.
Well, no more. I am resolved to learn French again, starting from scratch.
I'm well aware that the best way to learn a language is to immerse onself totally into the language by speaking it all day, hearing it all day- basically living in the area where the language is spoken.
That poses un problem. I do not live in France, I have no means to get to France, nor do I have the time to visit France. Hmmm.
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I know, this probably seems silly to try and relearn something that I'll likely never use. But there is something so simple and poetic about French- it reminds me of clean laundry flapping in the lavendar and wine-scented breeze.
Now to go find and dust off my French/English dictionary.
Linguistically yours,
Nay
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