Here in France, people speak French.
And write in French.
And, very cleverly, read it too.
I do all of the above,
the outcome of each of these activities depends substantially on the topic, what’s in my glass and how readily my linguistic synapses snap to attention.
But I will not be working on my building up my French reading skills any time soon, as I must first get through the 49 English books that jumped off the table this morning at a second-hand book sale yelling, ‘Pick me!! Pick me!!’