tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534539169157708222.post3265101605432228867..comments2024-03-26T12:19:52.801-04:00Comments on Tea at Trianon: St John Vianneyelena maria vidalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129629173535139807noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534539169157708222.post-32186790319250203972007-08-05T10:01:00.000-04:002007-08-05T10:01:00.000-04:00One never knows, dear....One never knows, dear....elena maria vidalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17129629173535139807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534539169157708222.post-68674968752287925352007-08-05T09:34:00.000-04:002007-08-05T09:34:00.000-04:00Fortunately or unfortunately, that won't be likely...Fortunately or unfortunately, that won't be likely to happen anytime soon for me.Lucillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03225011724349777456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534539169157708222.post-6738771568139032802007-08-05T04:48:00.000-04:002007-08-05T04:48:00.000-04:00He is a Saint's Saint. A Saint for all seasons.He is a Saint's Saint. A Saint for all seasons.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534539169157708222.post-34162167194380127512007-08-04T17:36:00.000-04:002007-08-04T17:36:00.000-04:00Yes, as long as you don't run into any real French...Yes, as long as you don't run into any real French people....;)elena maria vidalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17129629173535139807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534539169157708222.post-19898594010935020932007-08-04T15:16:00.000-04:002007-08-04T15:16:00.000-04:00Those types of homophones initially confused me wh...Those types of homophones initially confused me when I first started to study French, but I'm more accustomed to them now and it's not as difficult as it was at the onset.Lucillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03225011724349777456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534539169157708222.post-25951657736541210822007-08-04T14:54:00.000-04:002007-08-04T14:54:00.000-04:00Yes, Alan, pretty much. Actually, the portions wer...Yes, Alan, pretty much. Actually, the portions were very small and my husband, having a hearty appetite after a long day of travel, was still famished. I tried to tell the young waitress that we needed to see the menu again to order more food, but she did not understand me in French or in English. (It was a small town in the mountains where they have their own dialect.)<BR/><BR/>Finally, I pointed to my starving husband and said: "Il a beaucoup de faim," meaning to say "He is very hungry." But she thought I said: "Il a beaucoup de femmes" or "He has many women." The poor girl gasped and ran back to the kitchen and did not return. We had no idea what had happened and why they would not bring us more food.<BR/><BR/>Eventually, a stern young man, who looked so much like the waitress that he could only have been her brother, emerged from the kitchen. He scowled so much that I thought he was going to expel us from the restaurant. I tried to explain that we wanted to see a menu but he did not understand either, but he seemed convinced that we were not dangerous and left us alone.<BR/><BR/>I heard the French people around us murmuring to each other and finally it occurred to me what the misunderstanding had been. It is one of the most amusing things that happened on that particular trip, although it wasn't funny at the time, and my husband never got more food.elena maria vidalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17129629173535139807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534539169157708222.post-16899738052339567722007-08-04T14:34:00.000-04:002007-08-04T14:34:00.000-04:00Eventful meal, as in did somebody actually say, "j...Eventful meal, as in did somebody actually say, "j'ai femme" rather than "j'ai faim"? ;)<BR/><BR/>Thank you for the description of this splendid visit with the Curé.Alan Phippshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12007722006477331382noreply@blogger.com