The Story
A memory behind the music
I too had a french phase. this is part of that french phase. It was when i was taking two quarters of french and doing my best to speak like a normal man. But never could I pronounce those french sentences the way my graduate student instructor would hope. But I'd keep trying. And I'd listen to the french songs as I prepared for my week long journey in France with Dan. The kind of journey where I'd try to ask a guy at the train station for a map in French and he'd just glare at me until i asked in English and he'd give me a map totally ineffective at finding our hostel. The kind of journey where late at night after checking for directions with McDonald's Wifi We'd have to walk through the quiet streets of France asking some very drunk french guy where a Rue was and he'd look all around and say there's Rue's everywhere (because that's just how you say どり for street). I honestly have no idea how we found the hostel because we had no idea and I even booked the hostel booking one day late. But with just the kind of luck you need in Paris there was room to stay there a night early and wake up to enjoy some stale baguette and nutella.