French, c’est pas grave.

French lessons man. I just said the wrong thing like four times to a person. Ugh. Mais c’est pas grave.

So Johnny and I are taking french lessons at Lyon Bleu. It’s one of two schools we found here in Lyon. They have a program set up so you can take however many weeks you want, but also they don’t. I’m not sure what I expected but it’s really different than what’s happening.

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French: A Language And A Way Of Life


Bonjour! Parlez-vous français? Ouais, moi aussi! J’aime les chatons, aimez-vous les chatons?

I could probably keep going for three more minutes talking about cats or the weather before scrambling for my pocket dictionary. I’ve been taking French for around a year and a half, starting in my sophomore year of college. My university, like most, requires three semesters of a foreign language.

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