OK, I missed her, but she passed (almost) by my window ;-).
French lesson du jour -- Entente (nf) harmony, understanding. Cordial, e (adj.) hearty, warm, cordial. L'Entente Cordiale, The Entente Cordiale (easy!). See, not only we've been able to stand for a century without spilling blood between us, but we even attached that island to the continent. And I even know Brits who like steak tartare and snails.
Tea time.
After looking at all the coverage, I didn't realise the Queen was so well-liked over here. Why is that?
Oh, and steak tartare and snails is great, and I really love the simplest things over here. Freshly baked bread that actually tastes good, and a nice salad with oeuf mollet and lardons, that always goes down well with some of my British friends. Then there's the crepes from Ty Breiz, akkk! I must stop now.
The guy and I were students together. His is an aristocrat. His family is a really old aristocratic family, they were already an old aristocratic family at the time of the first crusade (not kidding). And I perfectly rememeber his exact words, during a dinner a few years ago: "Daniel, n'oublie jamais, l'ennemi, le seul, le vrai ennemi perpétuel, c'est l'Anglais"...
"Entente cordiale", not "Affectueuse amitié" :-)
Steak tartare !!! Sure you jest.
> I didn't realise the Queen was so well-liked over here. Why is that?
I don't know. I guess that after 1789 and our aristocratic device we call the guillotine, we find that a visit from a Queen in our republic is quite exotic. And she speaks French too! And those hats...
Daniel: filed in the "Clichés" cupboard, in the "Perfide Albion" drawer ;-).
I guess that after 1789 and our aristocratic device we call the guillotine, we find that a visit from a Queen in our republic is quite exotic.
But surely a parade by Madame Chirac would suffice, she looks sufficiently regal, and I think she speaks English.
And those hats...
Actually, I have a joke about that.
Prince Charles is visiting a remote Scottish town called Ardnamurchan. As he meets and greets the dignitaries they're giving him an odd look, because he's wearing an ornate hat made of fox fur.
One of the town elders says, "Your Highness, that's a very unusual hat you're wearing."
He replies, "Yes, it's belongs to Mother...."
"Oh really"
"Oh yes. When I told her I was going to visit Ardnamurchan, she said 'Wear the fox hat!'"
Ba-Da-Dum! OK, its not that funny, pertinent. Maybe.
Bernadette ? You must be kidding !