French is different. There is no other language quite like it. You could say this about any language but, there is an old saying about Jazz that goes - "If you have to ask, you'll never know." I think the same applies to French. For those who have learned some, even the understanding of a little bit opens a window to a whole different view of the world. A uniquely French view. The French language has character. French culture and history seem to seep out from underneath...

Internet would have revived the soul of a writer of millions of people? The phenomenon "blog" had not hit me more than that so far. But, following the insistence of my dear Marina, who has continued to praise my qualities of storytelling and writing, I told myself that instead of blushing at so many compliments (and if you know me, you know how hard it is for me to do so) it would be interesting to share and exchange through this blog. So, here I'll try to give...

Here is a story I told my dear friend Marina, but finding it so funny and touching, so I decided to share it with you all. It's about the experience and language difficulties encountered by a young woman during her year in Paris. And what is called "les faux pas": in every language, idiomatic phrases abound, which do not translate word for word into another person's language. If you say to a foreigner "What's up?" They will look up, not realizing you are asking...

Last year, the poem below was my last "work" originally composed for someone who wanted to participate in a national competition. Maybe not the most successful, it still remains my favorite. What better way to start this blog by making, once again, a tribute to all those who inspired me. Besides, do not they say that the best is yet to come?                         "Couleur Femme"     ...