A language is more than words: it’s a culture 18 October 2008Posted by Lycée Alexis de Tocqueville in English.
When I was 12, my parents sent me to Paris to stay with a French family in order to improve my French. The family lived in a lovely flat in the 7th arrondissement and we could see the Eiffel Tower from the flat. They were very nice to me and showed me the beautiful sights of the city.
However, I remember one incident which was particularly unpleasant. I was quite a fussy eater but managed to get through most of the meals until the day when a revolting-looking and smelling dish arrived at the table. What was this sloppy, steaming mess ? Tripe !!! This is something we definitely never eat in England and yet, this nice middle-class family were serving it to a 12-year-old child ! I’m afraid to say that I didn’t even taste it, but had a baguette sandwich instead.
S.W, an English teacher from England.