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France language

MANNERS

This is Tyrion “Beagle Butt” le chien being mannerly

I’m putting this post near the top of the blog because it is important. There are people who say that French people are terribly impolite, which is categorically untrue. No one is as polite and helpful as a French person, unless, that is, you fail to be mannerly. In the middle of the 20th century I imagine that not many visitors to France had the same impression. American visitors, anyway. That is because we in America were also expected to be mannerly. To always say “hello,” “please,” “thank-you,” and “goodbye” even to store clerks and others we might consider to be “menials.” After all, our forebears went to some trouble to ditch nobility, which makes everybody deserving of respect, doesn’t it? Well, it does in France to this day.

More than once in Paris I have seen a clerk in an information booth repeat and repeat the word “bonjour!” The person, an American, takes that at a sign to start in with their questions. So, the person in the booth says, “bonjour!” again, and so on until somebody gives up.

The thing is, France is a different country, and has different expectations for behavior. I think it goes back to their revolution (in the same decade in which ours ended, of course, so an American should understand all this, if you think about it.) Having dispatched of a lot of nobility in a most nasty manner, the French were left with a dilemma. How to address one another? After the revolutionaries wore themselves out trying various schemes, it was decided by consensus to address all citizens as if they were nobles! So, you don’t just walk up to the local lord and say, “Hey, Dukey, how’s it hangin’?” No, you say something like “good day, my lord.” And the title for a man in French is “monsieur,” which used to mean “my lord.” The title for a woman is “madame,” which used to mean “my lady.” There is how you address, well, anyone. If the president of France wants to talk to a beggar on the street, he’ll first say, “bonjour” and wait for the greeting to be returned before proceeding. Seriously. Then it’s “S’il vous plait” for please (it means ‘if you please’) and Merci for “thank you.” Goodbye, formally, is “au revoir,” which literally means, “until we see each other again,” and you use it even on a pimple-faced kid selling hot dogs at a carnival, because that’s what you owe everybody: basic respect.

If you do those things outlined in the previous paragraph, I guarantee you that French people will prove to be most friendly and helpful. If you don’t, then you’ll get treated the way you’re treating others, which is always true, but more obvious in this case.

After the “bonjours” by the way, you can ask if they speak English. In tourist areas, it’s likely that a lot of people do. Failing that, I’d suggest a translation program on a smartphone. Heck, even Google Translate can be useful in a pinch. And, as I said in my previous post, try a little French, especially the polite words. People always appreciate your effort!

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France language

Speaking Frankly

See what I did there? Frankly?? I kill me!!! Image is public domain.

I want this blog to be an ongoing discussion/revelation about France, the United States, customs, facts versus rumors, and other things, of course including language. The Frankish language started out as a German dialect, you know, but French is what’s left of it. French is mostly a Latin dialect now (whether Latin died is another discussion entirely) but it is still ten percent Frankish. Words like “Gros” meaning large are just like German! Boy, howdy, huh? I hope to write about French as a language in the future, but for this post, I’m just talking about whether or not they speak French in France. After all, you hear a lot of people say that “they almost all speak English!” Yeah? Here’s a heads up:

THEY SPEAK FRENCH IN FRANCE!

And not everybody here speaks English. And when they do, I find that a lot of times my French, lousy as I know it to be, is better than their English. (I may write about English also, because I pity anyone trying to learn it.) What I’m about to write applies primarily to British, nay, English people. First, let me say that the English people I know are perfectly lovely, and they speak French probably better than I do! That said, there are English people who have lived in France for twenty years (they got special residency status after Brexit so they can stay as long as they wish) and still do not speak any French! And tourists who expect that because they’re spending money in France, French people should speak English! Quoi? Folks, my attitude now is Si j’habite en france, je parle français. This blog is in American English, so here: If I live in France, I speak French. It’s basic courtesy to my hosts. The French actually use a lot of English words, badly from an anglophone point of view. Camping is a place, for example, and so is parking. le camping et le parking. But to ask them to know English just because you spend some money here? Seriously? Plenty of Latino folks spend money in the United States. Do we owe them our speaking Spanish? Sauce for the goose, sauce for the gander, right?

So, my advice, should you decide to travel to a French speaking country (there are lots of them, some very close to the USA), is to learn enough French to at least be polite. I’ll write a post all about being polite, for now, trust me, you need to be. That is, how to say hello, good-bye, please, and thank-you. Even for people who do speak English, it warms their hearts to hear somebody giving their language a try. You don’t have to be good at it. And, for the love of anything at all, ignore the spelling, but give it a try. It’s amazing how much easier life as a tourist in France becomes for those who speak at least the bare minimum of the local language.

Come to think of it, that applies to any non-English speaking place you visit. A few words of courtesy are not difficult to learn. Do learn them, and you’ll be glad you did!

Okay, end of rant/lecture. I hope this finds you well, and that you find this at least a bit useful. I’ll be back with more observations, in more detail I hope, almost before you know it!

Au revoir!

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France info

Home Again

This grows in my back yard

I left home on May 9th 2023, and arrived home on May 10th, 2023. I left Paradise Nevada, and arrived in Lizant, Vienne. Different climate, different culture, and I’m lucky my French finally caught hold of my brain, because that’s what they speak around these parts. Faithful readers, both of you (and I’m not kidding) noticed that I’ve been pretty lazy with this blog. I may be about to change that. I’m thinking of making this into a blog about moving to France at 73 years old, the mistakes I’ve made, the good decisions, too. I also may re-activate (start posting to again) my YouTube channel called “A Grumpy American Moves to France.” Along the same thematic lines. You can comment to let me know what you think of those ideas if you want. If you’ve never commented before I have to approve your comments, but once I approve one, you’re free to comment whenever you wish.

That’s this post. All news, not so entertaining. But useful, right? Until next time, my friends!

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OddGodfrey

Leash Training a Wild “Sea Lion” — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

Leslie, you are a terrible cat parent if you let her roam free. I know! I know! We are working on it, but so far, this cat has resisted all efforts for leash training. And now, onward to Namibia.

Source: Leash Training a Wild “Sea Lion” — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

 

BUT WAIT!!! THAT’S NOT ALL!!!

The link above is to the first of several posts from Leslie of OddGodfrey which I have not shared here. Below, please find a list of links to the rest of them. You can pick one, or, if you really like what she posts, go to the one linked above and proceed from there! Enjoy!

Luderitz, Namibia: Treasure Hunting Territory

Adventures on the Flip Side

Fish River Canyon, Namibia

Starlink Will Ruin Everything

One could be forgiven for thinking that they are in Namibia, but they are not. Their boat, the ever dependable Sonrisa, is somewhere in the Carribean, but the OddGodfreys are either in Utah (I think that’s where they are at the moment) or Las Vegas. (Sonrisa says Las Vegas, Nevada on her hull. Not sure how they sailed from here, but who am I to argue?) They will probably be back in San Diego sometime next year, after they visit some countries bordering the Carribean (hey, that includes this one!) and sailing through the Panama Canal. Will they go back to sea in the future? Hah! Is the Pope a fan of Messi? (Yes) I’ve read all five of these posts and found them entertaining. I’ll bet you will, too!

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info

HAPPY HAPPY

Our Tree from 2001, in Centennial Colorado. It featured AOL discs painted in festive colors, plus the lights, and on this occasion, a generous helping of new snow!

It’s time for the Holiday Happys, and here’s mine! I hope that whatever holiday you are celebrating brings you joy and peace and love and all that good stuff! If you’re away from home, I hope it’s at grandma’s! Bon Noel a tout le monde, and I’ll see you next year!

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Writing

Who Are You???

Tiberius. Imperator. Probably didn’t have Imposter Syndrome

 

Vincent Van Gogh didn’t think he’d ever develop what he called a “draghtsman’s fist.” You know the ab…

Source: Who Are You???

If you found this blog, you might be interested in my writing blog. The link will take you to what is, as of this post, my latest post there. Take a look, let me know what you think.

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memoir

Just Like Mom Used to Make

Mom never made anything like this.

That is a dish eaten in a restaurant somewhere in Southwest France. It was a sort of variant of Paella, as I recall. My mother never made anything like it. In fact, if had any sort of seafood in it, she wouldn’t touch it. She never cooked fish that her kids caught, she never ate fish. She was odd, was mom. She was a Home-Economics major at Bowling Green State University when she met dad and married him. In those days, a married woman couldn’t attend college, which is too bad. Mainly because mom learned all about germ theory and sanitation and how to prevent food poisoning but didn’t learn much about subtlety in cuisine. When she cooked hamburgers, they were crispy and black around their outer rim. Until I was all grown up and could buy or cook my own steak, I never knew why anyone liked those things. Well done is too mild a term for how she cooled any meat. Or anything for that matter. This had two major effects:

  1. Nobody in the family ever got a stomachache from any pathogen while mom was cooking.
  2. Her burgers were crispy, her steak chewy, her pasta floppy, her green beans gray and limp, and taken all around, she was a lousy cook.

To this day, if I were to repeat the title of this post to a cook, it would probably be an insult. I remember in particular her spaghetti, which was mostly horrid.

On the other hand, she was good at anything that is supposed to have the stuffing cooked out of it. Like a Thanksgiving turkey, or a ham. Meatloaf, not so much, as she also didn’t believe in spice. Pies and cakes get baked well, and she was good with them. I still sometimes make one or two of her dessert recipes, and I still like them. So, if you hear me say that about a red devil’s food cake (that’s a red velvet cake if you leave out the food coloring, by the way) or chocolate pie, it’s a compliment. For most things, though, I try to avoid cooking like mom, and frankly, so should you, and anyone else who reads this. Or who doesn’t read this, come to think of it.

She loved me, and I loved her, but she was a lousy cook!

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reviews

Glass Onion

I’m confident that Netflix won’t mind me using this picture, which is theirs by copyright, after all!

Herewith I restart an old tradition. My reviews of popular movies. To wit:

This is a good movie. I liked it.

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Songs

Updating My YouTube Channel

Here it is: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZ_F88X7h6mcrsntDDFegDQ

I try always to keep spiffing up the site, and today I prepped it for the future by creating some playlists and marking each video as safe for kids, which they all are by the way. There aren’t a lot of videos in each playlist (one in most) but as I go along I’ll fill them up and probably add more. Check it out: it’s free!

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Uncategorized

Kindly Go Fuck Yourself With Your Shitty Fucking Gas-Powered Leafblower, You Tremendous Asshole

Sometimes I ask myself if humans are good or bad or somewhere in the middle. I wonder if we are worthy of the world, if civilization was worth its cost. Then I remember that humans invented the lea…

Source: Kindly Go Fuck Yourself With Your Shitty Fucking Gas-Powered Leafblower, You Tremendous Asshole

I’ve reposted Chuck before, not often, but this one speaks to me. Maybe to you, too?