Last summer, Monsieur took me to visit his family hometown in Brittany. We stayed with an aunt and uncle in a charming, old family home, with a view of the sea and the pink and blue hues of hydrangeas visible in all directions. The town was villagey, small, Breton in the truest of fashions, but not averse…
Tag: French
14 July
Today is Bastille Day, or so I thought, until Monsieur corrected me this morning. “In France it’s called ‘le quatorze juillet’ or if you have to use the word ‘Bastille’, it’s ‘le jour de la prise de la Bastille’. Otherwise, it’s ‘la Fête Nationale.’ I was confused. ‘So no one calls it ‘le jour de…
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