By clegere on Feb 18, 2011 in France, picture | Comments Off
I had the pleasure to live with the most wonderful host family; a couple in their eighties who called each other “mon/ma chéri(e)” (my dearie) and called me “mon mignon” (my cutie) or “ma petite” (my little one). Everyone joked that the Thibaults and I were the perfect match because I was the first student [...]
By alozier on Feb 17, 2011 in France, poem | Comments Off
(This poem is in response to the returning from study abroad final assignment)
Hier, dès le crépuscule :
Riverside Angers,
La musique brûle.
Face-painted French peers ( Et pourquoi cette brosse à dents ? )
Pressés comme les feuilles ( Et pourquoi derrière son oreille ? )
At the foot of the stage,
Pieds nus, lèvres pleines de
Red wine running [...]