Speechless. I should have been speechless today. If I had kept my mouth shut, I could have continued the fantasy that I speak French.
Instead, I had a conversation with Albert. He is my toughest conversation partner. Of course, he had brought along some documents that he had translated into English and wanted my feedback. I must admit, I was quite picky.
So he returned the favor.
Eh bien. As much as I am complaining and irritated that he burst my bubble, I do appreciate it. Only way to learn. It would have been nice to have had a couple more days to bask in the dream that I was more fluent than fact.
Aside from that, I spent the afternoon in the jardins of the musee Rodin. The museum was reopened last fall – I wrote about it before. Gorgeous place. But also the gardens are lovely. And I discovered that for 20 euros I can purchase a book of 10 tickets to get into the gardens. So I went there for lunch in their outdoor cafe and sat reading a (French) book. (Pretending I can read French! HA!…. actually, I understood most of it. It’s the letters of Madame de Sevigny, a marquise from the 1650s. Very interesting gossip actually.)
And I wandered. I had noticed spires from the bus and couldn’t figure out what church. Then I spotted them from the gardens. So I walked until I came upon Basilica Ste Clothide. Built in the late 1800’s but in the neo gothic style. I chanced upon a statue of St. Leonard – never knew there was a saint named Leonard but there are quite a few saints – I should not be surprised. That was my grandfather’s name so I lit a candle for him. Always a nice thing to do. Even if you can’t speak French. (I should have asked him for assistance…)