I've always loved these shots of the baguettes that I took on a trip to Brussels when I was working contracts abroad. In Belgium, they speak Flemish and French. Here in France, "we" speak French.
Even so, I am frequently thrown into confusion here in the Lot.
The southern accent is the culprit! Moving from St. Louis to New Orleans, I confronted my first southern accents in English without a problem. Here in France, they can be daunting for me.
Parisian French is not Lotois French.
Once I figured out the difference in the pronunciation of the words, I thought I had it down. Wrong!
I've written before about my "pain" and "ping" story at the grocery store. While taking the scaffolding down, Didier and I were talking about what was left and when he'd be back to finish the clean up...he had me in stitches when I got the "deming" but not the "mating!" The light bulb went on and I want ah...deming mating-demain matin-tomorrow morning!
Tomorrow morning arrived and we were out in the barn looking at some other beam problems.
We chatted a bit about the weekend and I didn't totally understand about the vendage, but he explained it to me.
Wine-Vin is a word I use all the time.
I had never heard it pronounced "ving!"
It took me a minute, but I eventually got it.
I'm getting better. I now have what I've come to call my "ing" overlay, but it sometimes requires that I translate a translation in my head before I get it!
Thankfully, we can giggle about it and perhaps we will...
...partagerons un verre de "ving" de Cahors!
Happy Friday!
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