French Night Out of Rice?
It's been quite a while since I've spoken any French really, and I've been missing it, so I decided to get together all the French speakers in the city for dinner last night. We were five in total -a newly arrived Francaise from the Paris region teaching here, an Italienne from Turino studying Chinese before she translates a book for her masters, a Francais/Canadien born in Laos, a Quebecoise who's here studying Mandarin for a year, and me the anglo. We had a great time with lots of laughs, and of course the requisite comparisons between Canadian and Parisian French (Marrant? What did you say?), and the comparison of stereotypes (it's vast and cold there, non?). The meal wasn't half bad either, although they didn't have enough rice! We ordered five bowls, but the waitress came back and said they only had four bowls of rice left. Things were made better at the end of the meal though when the waitress gave us all fuzzy animal things to put on our cell phones or onto our key chains.