Sitting bathed in sunlight yesterday lunchtime at a local bar, we chatted about our life in retirement. Surrounded as we were with young French villagers, dread locks, beards, unusual garb and that was just the girls. Why did we feel so at home?
I think it was because we can speak the language, for me always halting to remember a word but I could hear snatches of conversation and understand. I remember when we arrived listening to conversations in restaurants or bars, never understanding a word. If you are still at this stage do not worry, it will start to come... and you will grow your hair and grow a beard and wear scruffy jeans and feel at home!!
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