I’m going to France next weekend, for a fortnight’s immersion in that most beautiful language. I searched my blog for last summer’s French posts, and found a post on on keeping secrets in public, oh, and a story told to me by my sister, it happened to her friend, more or less, and there are images of lavender which is probably withering as we speak. I don’t think I’ll need to fake French, though my grammar is shocking, but you know, it will improve.
I might try to moblog in French. Letting myself write English only as a special treat. Perhaps. There’ll be photos, anyway, now my cameraphone is becoming more pliant.