Tag: Bien

French was Lucy’s native language and many of the sweetest memories of my childhood are of our sharing French together. I was lucky to hear, and to imitate, her impeccable accent. The first books I can remember are “Babar”. Mom would read to me each night the whimsical stories of t...

Once I got lost coming back home from Montreal. I pulled over to ask a couple of road workers if they knew the way back to Vermont. They looked at each other and began speaking French. I was about to try asking again in my best attempt at French when the man turned back around with a great big smile...