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A little more than just French lessons

One of the grounding components of my weekly timetable are the two French classes per week. I have a feeling that long after I leave Paris, I will either find a local french class at a higher level, start my own French book club or do something to keep the weekly dosages of French coming. I’ve fallen in love with my classmates, with the language and with the sense of continuity and consistency it gives. I guess the gift of learning a new language is not only that it opens up a whole new world of literature, art, politics, film that was previously inaccessible – it also appears to make me more aware of myself. That is something that I had not banked on discovering. I’ve learnt more and more to hesitate before I put a value on what people say. I’ve learnt not to judge people too harshly for their words because language and words can be quite separate from who we really are. Just because I have taken on a new language does …

French Conversation Practice in Paris

Franglish is an initiative to encourage linguistic exchange between English and French speakers in London, Nice and Paris that I was introduced to a few months back. I’m still to make the trip to a Franglish event but have had the privilege of feeding off my bi weekly French classes. My partner who speaks French is completely in love with English that its hard to balance out the languages — so I guess I will be trekking to one of these events soon: The website, has more details. (Also click here)

Mind Your Language!

Every Tuesday and Thursday we meet for a commonly loved time, ‘special class’ for foreigners who do not know the first thing about French (a common identity that is constantly reinforced by Parisians who are rarely shy to point out how dim you come across for not speaking the language). Well, to be fair, our ‘French for dummies’ course is more appropriately called “French level 0”, but we know that “level 0” is code for names that are not nice to call other people. Well, so we trudge along in the small, wee hours of the morning (by student standards 8 am is the dead of night). And in the midst of both our interior dimness and darkness without, it always dawns upon us that it’s not too bad after all, being in “level 0” French. There are several beauties of being a dummy. You learn the language at 8 am and get to unleash your newly acquired few sentences on irritable shop attendants and other employees in the service industry. To top it all …