This was a week with a story. En francais.
Today has been the fifth day in a roll when I find myself in a place with French (speaking) personnes. It was in a print shop and two filles francaises were chatting over a quick net search… Yesterday I got on the metro and shortly after it left the station, I overheard some teenagers talking in French in the back of the vagon. That was only in the morning, have I mentioned that? Because in the afternoon, I got on the metro and stoped by the door – I was going only one station – and a mother and a doughter just on my left side started argue quelque chose, in French. The day before it was a French couple, trying to figure it out on which station they should get off… huh, ces touristes francais! On Tuesday, it was sur la rue where I passed by Frech speaking people…
It’s been a few weeks since I’m studying French, my demi-heure francaises of almost every day. La vie est surprenante! Or was it belle? 🙂
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