Today my French friends visited the penthouse loft for lunch where we dined on my specialties of shakshuka and French 75 cocktails. Then we all went for a walk through the beautiful neighborhood filled with old school French mansions and eventually to the wee Japanese garden and Parc Beaumont to see the majestic swans.
My friends once again conversed almost exclusively in French…but that still doesn’t mean I understood everything…or possibly not even half. My 100% non-english speaking friend , Christophe, is a big flirtatious goofball with a deep booming voice and a burly laugh. He loves to joke with me in French and finds it hilarious when I actually have a witty retort or even more so when I have no idea and my response is way off the mark.
J’aime beaucoup La France!
I love hearing that your life in France is fantastique!
Thanque you! 😎