Jackie Danicki

Hotel Costes

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When you’re dying for a nap and struggling to stay awake, you really don’t want to be in a dimly lit hotel where all the furniture (and even the front desk!) is upholstered in velvet. I could curl up and nod off here in seconds.

At Christmas in London, I was sad because I didn’t have time to pop over to Paris. I missed this place so much! Now here I am, all of a sudden. It’s hard not to feel lucky.

The only negative so far is my shame at how much my spoken French has disintegrated since I started going out with Antoine. It has always just been so much easier to let him do all the talking in French-speaking places. While I can now understand more of what I hear, I’m probably worse at speaking French than I was in high school. I can get by, but not with a great deal of pride. Good thing almost everyone speaks English.

Unlike most French people, I am pleased that President Sarkozy has married Carla Bruni. They seem happy! I hope everyone will let them be, but doubt it. Anyway, here’s France’s new first lady, singing a song we used to listen to at dinner (along with a bunch of other French music) sometimes in London:

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