I am a francophile. Those who know me well can attest to this and I would venture to guess that even those who do not actually know me but have been in my store would not see fault with this statement. My heritage is French…perhaps that is the genesis of my francophilia (oooh, i don’t know if that word works here, it sounds far to creepy to be applicable to anything having to do with lovely France!).
I took French all through high school, My first French teacher, Miss.Foley, who acted far too zany to have us believe that it was JUST coffee in that mug of hers, would depress her index finger to one nostril and say “nasal….bon…..nasal…..bon….nasal…” in an attempt to convey proper pronunciation. Then there was one of my French teachers at Kent, it was her first overseas teaching position, she appeared to be more of a peer than an elder and in her native tongue waxed on about her childhoods in Bordeaux…her unhappiness with being in Ohio was palpable. (but relatively speaking, even i could not blame her).
Upon my return to Cleveland 5 (maybe it was 6, i don’t even remember) years ago, I hired a French tutor, Bridgette, to tutor me one-on-one twice a week. Bridgette was working on her Masters in French and we had a really great system going, where on Tuesdays I would meet at her house for an hour and we would work on several different types of lessons, from reading and interpretation, to pronunciations, to vocab lessons. On Thursdays however, we would meet at the wine bar in Ohio city and upon entering the bar, English was no longer allowed, she would absolutely ignore any of my attempts to just sneak in one or two little questions or comments in English…if it was not spoken it French it may as well have not been spoken at all. This left the conversations to be quite simple but I appreciated the exercise very much.
Bridgette left after 6 months for California, from where I had just returned and with that came the end of my lessons. I admittedly do not have a great retention rate for a foreign language, that is if it never gets put to use…
I had, while financially constrained in my first year living in LA, adopted a system of virtual travel, realistic travel not being in the budget at the time, I would rent travel dvd’s and turn off the phone and computer and everything else and cozy up to a TV and travel through France with Rick Steve’s or take a train ride through Europe…i am nerd, i know.
So with all this Love for France, what makes me such a lousy Francophile you ask? Because I have NOT been there…save for in my dreams. I certainly could have at some point or other have prioritized my disposable income to go, fulfilling a life long dream…but I haven’t. I don’t know why. I really just don’t know why.
With opening a store this year, it is even harder to imagine getting away for too long any time soon, and i have no intention of making my first trip there a long weekend, no, its going to have to be a bit longer than that…so my goal at this point is to go in 2010.
until then…I will continue to travel there vicariously through the travels and blogs of others, like this AMAZING blogger’s recent trip there…Pia Jane Bijkerk’s blog is already a favorite, but her entries of Paris strike a special chord with me, especially her SOUNDSCAPES, remarkably moving…be sure to check these out by clicking here…until then, à bientôt!

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