HAPPY BIRTHDAY Seestor! (pic taken with mum in tarragona this summer)
8.3.06
7.3.06
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Was speaking with a colleague of mine today about cinema and what was good that was out right now… we then changed to discussing theatre and a Robert Lepage play that he had seen in Madrid a few years back… it had subtitles (I am assuming he was watching a video of the production) but he said he was fascinated by how different the French Canadian accent was compared to the French that is spoken in France. Oddly at lunch time I was in the kitchen and spoke to another colleague who was asking me about nearly the very same thing… why is French Canadian so different? I explained to him the tiny specks of history that I was able to recall (I am very nearly 30 so my memory is starting to go)… it is something along the lines of the King of France sending ‘les filles du roi’ which were basically orphans from the suburbs of Paris to go and marry the colonials over in Upper Canada (or was it lower?)… thus the French spoken is very much of the origin of their dialects as they were the ones who raised the children…
Strange that last night before any of these conversations took place I rode my bike past a gaggle of French Canadian Tourists on my way to the gym… I was so surprised to hear the Quebequois French I almost fell off my bike! It is not often you hear the twang... especially over here in Spain!
Strange how these things ebb in like they do…
Tomorrow is the seestor’s 32nd b’day… and then so very soon afterwards she will be here with me gallivanting around the city having fun! I can’t but hardly wait!
Was speaking with a colleague of mine today about cinema and what was good that was out right now… we then changed to discussing theatre and a Robert Lepage play that he had seen in Madrid a few years back… it had subtitles (I am assuming he was watching a video of the production) but he said he was fascinated by how different the French Canadian accent was compared to the French that is spoken in France. Oddly at lunch time I was in the kitchen and spoke to another colleague who was asking me about nearly the very same thing… why is French Canadian so different? I explained to him the tiny specks of history that I was able to recall (I am very nearly 30 so my memory is starting to go)… it is something along the lines of the King of France sending ‘les filles du roi’ which were basically orphans from the suburbs of Paris to go and marry the colonials over in Upper Canada (or was it lower?)… thus the French spoken is very much of the origin of their dialects as they were the ones who raised the children…
Strange that last night before any of these conversations took place I rode my bike past a gaggle of French Canadian Tourists on my way to the gym… I was so surprised to hear the Quebequois French I almost fell off my bike! It is not often you hear the twang... especially over here in Spain!
Strange how these things ebb in like they do…
Tomorrow is the seestor’s 32nd b’day… and then so very soon afterwards she will be here with me gallivanting around the city having fun! I can’t but hardly wait!
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