The only problem is that if I ever go to France I will only be able to say shit like “a day’s success can lull us to sleep, forgetting the shame of our fatal ineptitude”
it’s phonetics are wild. you ignore half the letters in the sentence to produce a sound eloquent enough to swoon your lover but the caveat being contorting your tongue in unholy ways
Reading Hemingway? Yes
Crying at Baudelaire’s grave? Yes
A long lunch of wine and onion soup and chocolate mousse? Yes
Faking being a catholic in sacré coeur? Yes
This is a type of walk I do almost every day. Walk in one direction until you hit a stoplight. Then immediately turn and walk in the new direction until you hit a stoplight and repeat until you get back home.
