I have a love-detest relationship with the French language. It possesses remarkable depth and nuance, flowing elegantly while never pronouncing the last part of any word. However, its conjugations are … Continue reading “That’s not false”
I have a love-detest relationship with the French language. It possesses remarkable depth and nuance, flowing elegantly while never pronouncing the last part of any word. However, its conjugations are … Continue reading “That’s not false”
Last weekend, we visited a small village in the Languedoc region of Southern France. On a little street was a water fountain. Sammy was thirsty, and with a few pumps, … Continue reading Led to Believe