My students crack me up all the time by asking me how to say words in English that are already (and, to me, transparently) English words. They say “Madame, comment dire camping en anglais? Madame, comment dire sandwich? Comment dire weekend?” Really? Weekend? Does that sound like a French word to you? If you don’t get why this is funny, imagine an American kid asking their French teacher what the word is for “rendezvous” in French.
Anyway, this post is about weekends (in French: weekends) and how we’ve been spending them lately. We have less than three months to go and, as they say, il faut profiter. And we have been profiting pretty well for ourselves. Over the past two weeks, we’ve been to Avignon:
Chapel at the Palais des papes. Avignon was the Papal seat from 1305 - 1378.
Aix-en-Provence (twice):
a couple of cute buttons
La Rotonde (also in Aix), 1860
Sisteron:
Rocher de la baume (this one's for Dave)
and the annual truffle market in Forcalquier:
No, these are not truffles. They are delicious, locally-made aperitifs. I bought a thyme one. Mmmm...
And here's one of our little local posse (minus the pineapple) on Sunday at the lake here in Manosque:
Me, Paola, Carmen, Linda, Dunia, Sébastien and Patrice
1 comment:
Yeah! A post! Like you feeling closer to Klay when she posts about the babe, I feel closer to you when you post about your life!
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