After a break of a number of decades I’m taking French lessons again.
It’s hard to figure out what is more depressing for me – how much I have to learn or how much I’ve forgotten. I’m hoping to shoot a documentary in France next year and so I thought, “now’s the time.” Not much use grabbing at the phrase book as the plane lowers its wheels over Charles de Gaulle is it?
Like most Brits and Yanks my grasp of any language, even my own, is atrocious and I’m full of admiration for the large number of polyglots who roam our streets. Heck even my gardener is bi-lingual. I’ve now been in LA for over 21 years and I can’t speak a word of Spanish. Pathetic.
So, I’m grabbing at my boot-straps and jumping in. Over the weekend I wrote a song in French. I anticipate delivering my first novel in the world’s sexiest language sometime before Christmas…or shortly thereafter.