Here in France, people speak French.
And write in French.
And, very cleverly, read it too.
I do all of the above,
however,
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!!’
