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The vacation house awaited, a charming abode nestled in the heart of the French countryside. Henry shot me a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Bienvenue en France, Sophia!" I chuckled. "Merci, Monsieur Henry. Now, let's go and conquer this weekend." Our luggage in tow, we ventured towards the waiting car, the driver giving us a warm welcome in impeccable French. Henry nudged me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Did I mention I'm fluent in French?" I rolled my eyes with a smirk. "Oh, please. Fluent in ordering croissants maybe."

he replied, casting an amused gaze around, much like me. As we followed the maid up the marble steps to the mansion's entrance, I decided to test my rusty French skills and said, "Merci beaucoup. Nous sommes ravis d'être ici." I took French classes in high school and I never really concentrated in class so I just hoped what I said wasn’t bullshit coming out of my mouth. *Thank you so much. We are delighted to be here.* The maid's smile widened, and she responded in perfect English with a charming accent, "You're very welcome mademoiselle. We do speak English quite well."

Anything else seemed too large, too empty. My phone started to buzz and I lifted it to my ear. “Bonjour, c'est Zachary qui parle.” [Hello, this is Zachary speaking.] “You twit, you know I don’t speak French.” I chuckled. “Mais beau, c'est le langage de l'amour.” [But beautiful, it’s the language of love.] “Zachary Anderson, I swear to all that is holy on this earth, you speak another lick of French to me and I hang up this phone.”

i asked him a curious question. "Okey, then translate the phrase en french. Do you want to sleep with me? All over my body goosebumps, i immediately remembered our first meeting in that cafe, but now it doesn't matter, Petya was no more. "Voulez-vous..." i stop as he turns to me. It's like i forgot all about french. "And then?" His eyes fascinate me. "Coucher... Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" again I'm silent, and he leaves his seat, and i can't take my eyes off him.

He didn't realize that I knew exactly what he was doing and I was going to let him do it just to see how far he’d go. "Very well," he rasped, his accent becoming even more cartoonish. "If you wish to impress ze Monsieur Beaumont, you must use ze... eh... Old Dialect of ze Loire Valley. It is very exclusive." "Perfect," I said, pulling out a notepad. "What’s the first phrase?" "To say 'It is an honor to meet a man of your stature,' you must say: Votre visage ressemble à un oignon malodorant."

JD runs around with a group of boys playing tag, while his sister Cleo plays with another little girl in the sandbox. When we’d first gotten to Paris a week ago, the kids had been curious but shy about the other kids, the language barrier making it hard for them to communicate. We’d tried our best to teach them some phrases before we’d flown over, but it was hard to get a six and five year old to focus on what they call ‘funny talk.’ But after a week of watching French cartoons, they’d started picking it up like a sponge and by the time we leave, I think they’ll know more than we will.

-=- Outside the cafe, Owen dialed a number and spoke French with the person on the other line. (“François, comment vas-tu, mon ami ?”) “François, how are you, my friend? (“You did not call me early this morning, Monsieur Bennet, to ask about the bakery. Are you kicking me out?”) Owen laughed, “I will never kick you out. You’re my best tenant, but I have a proposition for you.” (“Oui je t’ecoute, dis m’en plus.”) “Yes, tell me, I am interested.”

“Eh bien, c'est une bonne chose que je le fasse.” We all turned to see Jordyn hovering in the doorway. “What?” I asked. “Eh bien, c'est une bonne chose que je le fasse,” he repeated with a grin. “I was eavesdropping. Sounds like you’re going to Paris? You said you don’t know French. Eh bien, c'est une bonne chose que je le fasse. It means, ‘well, it’s a good thing I do.’”

Jackson says, touching the roasted lamb that makes up the first course. When Monica lifts an eyebrow, instead of saying it in English, Jackson tries to convey the desired meaning. “Agneau.” They keep going, him pointing out some of the various foods they were eating and Monica repeating. “This isn’t so hard,” Monica says. “It’s a lot in the pronunciation, is not it?” “Oui, French and English share many roots. But the accent is quite different.” Jackson remembers a story that might make her feel more comfortable about her lack of French and slowly begin to relay it to her. “I met an American at one of our shows a few years ago who was annoyed by my accent and French. Kept telling me to check

"Can you not touch my stuff without permission?" Zoey asked, exasperated. Her cutting remark silenced Laurence, and he pursed his lips. "I saw the books, so I wanted to ask." Zoey clutched the books to her chest and said stiffly, "I studied French a long time ago. I haven’t had time to hit the books since then.” While in college, she used to sit in on French classes in the foreign language school. It was not an easy language to learn.