Friday, August 15, 2008

A call from the past...

Phone rang early this morning. It was Annie, who lived with my family in New Orleans as our jeune fille au pair. Annie and her husband live in New Caledonia, but are in France for the summer and were passing through. I tracked Annie down through the Protestant Church in Perpignan about ten years ago, where her dad was the pastor. Annie was supposed to revive my French- I had been fluent as a little girl in Paris. I remember being pretty resistant and must have been a terrible charge, but something must have rubbed off on me because here I am living in Rignac, and talking a blue French streak.

1 comment:

a quasi French woman said...

What a lovely story about language and reclaiming people and memories from the past. I love all three--language, people, and memories--but I love tracking down even more! Good for you. The photo is beautiful and very touching.