I'll Always Have Paris
I am suddenly homestick for the little church of St. Julien le Pauvre in Paris. Wham, out of the veritable blue. I dug out my Highlander the Series tapes and watched the handfull of episodes where the church was featured and felt a little better. It's been seven years to the day since I was last there and the feeling of love for the place has not abated. The only grief I feel is that I cannot just hop on a plane to Paris on a whim, la de da, like they do down in Jackson Hole.
Plus, I have to "relearn" French. I still know a large majority of the words and when I do speak it more bits return. My problem is with conjugation. Being trilingual has it's drawbacks: I often pronounce an English work with a Hebrew accent or will rearrange French to a Germanic syntax. The fact that I know a smudge of Japanese only complicates matters and if I say something like "the bridge is painted green," I'll botch it to "the blidge is green painted plural masculine." Oops. At the worst I'll sound like a slightly inebreated California woman and at best like a scholar with too much on her mind.
Bats in the attic. Toys in the belfry.
Plus, I have to "relearn" French. I still know a large majority of the words and when I do speak it more bits return. My problem is with conjugation. Being trilingual has it's drawbacks: I often pronounce an English work with a Hebrew accent or will rearrange French to a Germanic syntax. The fact that I know a smudge of Japanese only complicates matters and if I say something like "the bridge is painted green," I'll botch it to "the blidge is green painted plural masculine." Oops. At the worst I'll sound like a slightly inebreated California woman and at best like a scholar with too much on her mind.
Bats in the attic. Toys in the belfry.