Viaduc des Arts is a wonderful walk on an old abandoned, elelvated train track. One Saturday it was so beautiful and sunny that we got outside for a walk there as it happens to be near our neighborhood.
This is, again, a post I did a month or so ago. I’m in Provence right now mainly pulling weeds. I am only speaking French with Maurice but I worry that it isn’t helping my French much, mainly because we say pretty much the same things all the time-“How did you sleep?” “What’s for lunch?”-that sort of thing. I’m understanding most of what Maurice says but I often have to ask him to slow down or repeat something. I’m trying to learn a new French word, usually a verb, every day. My new word today is “verser” which means to pour. I had trouble remembering it until I connected it with the word glass-verre, as in I am pouring some water into the glass. That seems to be the best way for me to remember certain words.