Lost In Limoges

From the sheep-dotted pastures of France's underpopulated Southwest, Limoges rises in all its grey glory. The city's claim to fame: fine porcelain. The half-timbered houses of the Medieval center are surrounded by strip malls and McDo. Land-hungry Brits descend with flailing pocketbooks (thanks, RyanAir). The weather is remarkably cool year-round. Sure, I live on rue de Nice, but this is NOT the Cote d'Azur. Welcome to Limoges, "the middle of nowhere"-- or as Pierre says "everywhere"-- France.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

French Team Line-Up for the World Cup



We've been waiting with bated breath, and the day has finally arrived. At 11:30 am on the nose, France coach, Raymond Domenech made his announcement. (Understandably our entire day was planned around this 6 minutes of press frenzy.)

But alas, where oh where is Giuly? Barcelona's kick-ass player, who, besides Ronaldinho, sparks crushes across the world? Can Zidane lead the squad to victory?

By the way, I've found my new inspiration for learning French. The famous weekly sports show that provides all sorts of football coverage, at 5:45 on Sunday. Today I interrupted Pierre every 3 minutes to try and decipher the scandal and scoop behind the World Cup roster, and he really wasn't diggin it. But if I listen carefully, the weird nasal accent gives way and I can make out English words! (The French are such copycats!) TV is such a god-send. Who needs a tutor or expensive lessons when you can learn French by interpreting bad French sitcoms (and even worse made-for-TV movies, that make the Hallmark channel look good).

1 Comments:

  • At 9:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I am really sorry your last lesson will be on friday....( france-togo);)
    J'espère que tu apprends vite car je vais commencer à écrire en français!
    Do you start to read my book?

     

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