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French words I’ll never be able to say…
- Anything with a “R”
- Any time someone says “oh, just use the back of your throat.” really?
- au revoir – I swear it’s not as easy as it sounds….
French foibles: Creme fraiche
Posted by Amanda in French, This-is-Switzerland (TIS) on February 2, 2010
For some reason, I assumed that “creme fraiche” was just a fresher, French-er way of saying “sour cream.” Nope. Apparently, it’s akin to “heart attack upon delivery.”
I used it to finish up a yum vegetable and tofu dish last night only to discover this health advisory this a.m.

And I’m no longer feeling *quite* so smug about my healthy cooking.
Next, I’m going to learn that “lardon” doesn’t mean “healthy ham pieces.”
Oh, Paris…

Eating lunch in the Louvre
Favorite things in the city of lights…
- Sugared lemon crepes
- Whipped cream crepes
- Buttered crepes
- People assuming that I could only speak English (no, really, I liked this)
- A man puking on the sidewalk without breaking stride while climbing up a huge hill in an, umm, interesting area
- Cezanne
- Monet
- Degas
- The scam where people pretend to find a “gold” ring on the sidewalk in front of you and then try to give it to you (apparently, Tony looks like their kinda guy)
- Tony’s umbrella exploding in front of the Arc de Triomphe (as in *literally* every piece of his umbrella separated and jumped in front of the insane traffic roundabout — I don’t think it could handle the shock either)
- Shoes
- Marais neighborhood
- Macaroons

Eiffel Tower at night
Least favorite things…
- Fixed menus (onion soup, farm chicken, tarte)
- Tourist traps
- Lines (actually, we skipped them all, but still…)
- Traveling via plane (yes, we were advised to take the train….)
- Latin Quarter restaurants (sorry!!)
- The price of macaroons (kid you not…. 3 euros for each little morsel)
French foibles #12: How much does that cost?
While I mostly mime things and point and say “s’il vous plait,” I am trying to leap over the hurdle of one-word phrases. Thus instead of saying “combien” (or “how much”) and pointing, I’ll say “How much does that cost, please?”
FRENCH: Combien ca coute, s’il vous plait?
French foibles #11: I’m out of patience
Based on my French experiences to date, I don’t think this phrase needs an explanation. “I’m out of patience.”
FRENCH: J’ai plus de patience.
French foibles #10: Do you have other sizes?
French foibles #9: This is not correct
I’ve had this string of bad luck where the cashier rings an item up twice or charges me $22 for one pear, etc. My midwestern roots tug at me and I, of course, go back to fix the error, which is discovered after I’ve paid.
Normally, I point at the receipt and point at my items in the bag, but today, I’ll try something new. “This is not correct.”
FRENCH: Ce n’est pas exact.
French foibles #8: I have no fricking clue
Today, I’m looking *very* French. I can’t help it. It oozes out of my pores when I’m not throwing off waves of Americanism.
Or I’m looking very helpful.
Or I’m sitting too quietly so they can’t know that I occasionally still take the wrong bus and just last week forgot my stop and ended up by the airport.
Either way, people keep asking me questions today. In French. About directions.
So, appropriately, I now know how to say: I don’t know.
FRENCH: Je ne sais pas.
French foibles #7: Yep, I’m in line
I’m not sure of queuing protocol yet in Switzerland. I mean this is an efficient country and it seems that they’re fairly orderly with little numbers from machines (ala government buildings in the US). But I run into the odd situation where I’m waiting outside of a restaurant or similar and someone asks me if I’m in line. THUS, I will say…
FRENCH: Oui, je fais la queue.
Which I *think* means, “yes, I’m in line.” But it could also mean “I make the line.” Seriously, French, why do you hate me?
French Foibles #6: work plug (warning)
So let’s pretend you work on a global campaign urging people to protect themselves from H1N1. Let’s say it’s called “Your best defence is you.” How do you say it in French?
FRENCH: Votre meilleure défense, c’est vous



