Thursday, October 16, 2008
Back to the library to rent out some French DVDs (though for the time being I've abandoned choosing alphabetically at my local library).
En moment, je suis à New York. In the past weeks that I've been in la grande pomme I've heard a lot of French. En fait, du moment je suis arrivée. In the airport, while waiting in line for a ride to my final destination in the city, a Swiss woman is in front of me. The dispatcher is calling for help; he needs a French translator. I wondered how long it would take to find someone and before I could finish my thoughts I heard the woman say "Bonjour..." and begin to explain her problème. Someone French speaking had been found- mais ce n'est pas moi.
I haven't been yet bold enough to engage in conversation with the various French speakers I've heard. I smiled at the nanny commanding her toddler charge to "viens ici" repeatedly though he didn't come nearer. I looked on as a threesome of French speakers ordered different varieties of croissants. My ears perked up with recognition everytime I heard French being spoken but my tongue went to the cat.
I decided the cat wouldn't nip my mind- specifically my aural comprehension. It seems that listening would be what I would be doing for the meantime (with the exception of my weekly French conversation class).
Off I went to the local library and checked out three dvds at random and watched (with sous-titres) and listened to them in this order:
Paris, je t'aime
Clara et moi
Les Temps qui changent
La photo: Un lion sur les grouns du parc national de Kruger en Afrique du Sud.Octobre 2007.