A Class in Provence 3

The class I was in was a beginner class and most of it was not new to me and I thought I would carry on with it as repetition usually doesn’t hurt but there are some college students in the class who, while very nice and fun outside the class, really slow the whole class down. They are seldom on time, never prepared and never have a clue what the teacher is talking about. It was starting to get irritating so I asked if I could be moved up to the class at the next level. For some reason, they moved me up two levels. Well, what a difference. To say I feel over-whelmed is an understatement. I was told I could return to the beginning class if I felt it was too difficult and, believe me, I thought about it, but I think it is what I need. I need to be pushed if I am going to get beyond my elementary level of French. I understand most of what the teacher is saying so I am going to hang in there and see what happens. I’m hoping the teacher isn’t going to tell me to leave. I just have three more weeks. Surely I can last that long.

Right across from the building where I have my French class is the church, St Saveur. It has really ancient sections inside. This is a view of a section which was built on top of an old Roman ruin.

You see many sculptures inside churches but this has to be one of the most unusual. Note the strange little creature on the right. It is supposed to be a dragon. According to legend, St Martha tamed it-see my posting on Tarascon-as it was eating and terrifying villagers. So this is St Martha with the Tarasque on a leash. In the story, the villagers kill it afterwards.

This is St Dennis, a bishop who was beheaded by the Romans. He then carried his head down from Montmartre in Paris to where the St Dennis Basilique is now located. It was a miracle!

4 thoughts to “A Class in Provence 3”

  1. The immersion language course thing can be so frustrating and daunting! I’m sure you’ve read David Sedaris’ ‘Me Talk Pretty One Day,’ but if you haven’t you MUST–it is so hilarious and really rings true on lots of levels. I’ve done immersion programs in Paris and in Aix. Sometimes I felt as though my head were going to break off, but I survived and even made progress. I know you will! Bonne chance!

  2. I feel like that old commercial: This is your brain before French Immersion Class, this is your brain after-then show scrambled eggs, burnt. They can’t flunk me and I’m not taking a test at the end-I don’t think-so I am going to hang in there. I did read “Me Talk Pretty One Day” and remember laughing outloud. I need to re-read it. Linda

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