"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
But how much more trippingly does "Il fait du vent" fall off the tongue? Pretty trippingly, I'd say.
Apparently, I could also phrase it as "Il y a du vent," but I'll stick with what I learned years ago. Which is way too little to converse with a bright 11-year-old.
Once again, I'm struck by the paucity of foreign language study in the U.S. -- or at least my language study!
(I met these children on a trip to Benin in 2015.)
posted by Anne Cassidy at
9:46 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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