Some of us took French for years in school but it doesn’t necessarily prepare you for a visit to La Belle Province.
Here are 17 signs. I will give the translation at the end of the post.
“Paris ne s’est pas fait en un jour!” ― (Paris was not made in a day!)
I used to live in this area as a teenager so had fun remembering my French. Unfortunately in the 60s and 70s the English and French did not mix very much and I remember three schools, one for English Protestants, one for English-speaking Catholics and one for the French-speaking Catholics. I learnt my French in the classroom and did not use it a lot, much to my regret years later.
Thanks for the memories Miles.
Well, it’s pretty bad. I made the correct decision not to stay/live/work/go to university in Montreal! And I took it in high school, along with an extra class of it. But I didn’t use it enough, so it “died on the vine”, so to speak (or not).
I can recognize the odd word here and there, but that’s about it. I certainly can’t speak it or read it significantly. This sure reminds me of this! It is fun, though, but a touch sad when I think of all the effort I put into my French classes. Well, I can say the same for math, with even greater assurance! One can’t be good at everything, and I don’t have an aptitude for languages. If I spoke and read Hebrew well at one time, it was because I was a child of six to 10 years old, living in Israel and going to school there. I acquired it as children do. I certainly didn’t retain it once we left and it wasn’t kept up. Now, if I can learn some bird songs–if I can wear a hearing aid(s) with a mask (I will have to tape it/them to my ear)–I guess I’ll be happy enough. Thanks, Miles!