On Learning French…

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[O]ne of the first questions everyone asked me when I told them I was going to France for an extended stay was, “Do you speak French?” My reply: “Non.”

When I was growing up in Texas and it came time to learn a second language I declared I would be taking French, to which my parent’s reply was “no, you’re taking Spanish. You live in Texas, after all.” But in my mind, I wasn’t going to stay in Texas and wherever that life was taking me I was sure it would have much to do with Paris. I lost that battle and I regret not fighting back harder for what I wanted now, while reflecting back from a small French village where 90% of the population only speaks the local vernacular.

I took private lessons (if you are in NYC and want my tutor’s info, email me. He was fabulous!) before arriving which was barely enough to make me appear to be not a total idiot. Perhaps the most important thing he taught me was Je suis désolée… I am sorry. I think a lot of people would be terrified to live in a country where they can’t communicate but this sort of thing doesn’t bother me, it’s part of it. It’s part of the opening yourself up to new experiences and putting yourself in unfamiliar situations to test your character on how to survive each day and make it the best it can be.

When I arrived at my little apartment in the south there was an old stack of books on the fireplace mantel, faded from the sunlight streaming in the window on those gloriously quiet afternoons and dusty from years of idle use. Sitting there, just the size of my palm, was an old french language handbook from the late 1960’s. I sat in the sunlight that afternoon practicing the unchanged phrases of French culture and wondering as I felt the texture of the old thin paper between my fingers, what wary travelers had held this book in their hands and fumbled through the phrases as I am today. I imagine them filled with hope that each line of expression will unlock another door in my journey through this foreign land. Where did this book, stuffed into a back pocket, take them and who will possess it after me? What is it that brings us all here, to France, weaving an invisible thread between us?

I have for most of my life been an incredibly social person. My mother always called me a social butterfly. Living in a place with no one to talk to was a release of an invisible social responsibility I had given myself. I don’t know anyone and I can’t really know anyone. There are no parties to go to, no friends to call upon to meet up for drinks. I can’t check in with the neighbors or commit myself to random photoshoots.

It was a relief.

Taking socializing off the table opened up so much time for myself to focus on other things, and to think about photography. It was in a sense a freedom from obligation and made me feel invisible. When you are invisible you are free from the definition you have created for yourself, or has been created for you, and can become a truer form of what you are destined to be.

As the days have turned into weeks people have begun to recognize my face around town. I keep a pretty set routine. I go to the patisserie first thing each day for my baguette. Then to the café for my cafe créme. I buy my cheese at the market from the same man and my eggs from this adorable older couple. Then this marvelous thing started to happen. They each started trying to teach me words. Always with an expression of amusement they say it slowly to me, I repeat it back to them, they say it again back to me. I try to remember it the next time we meet. In these moments I feel what a 2 year old child must. My cheese monger taught me plus and minus, my little vegetable grocer taught me rosemary, the woman at the fromagerie taught me Bon Dimanche (Good Sunday), which is used around town starting Saturday afternoons. This past weekend the organic grocer emptied out my coin purse onto the counter and sat their teaching me how to count change in French. Connecting with another human though their kindness and patience of sharing their knowledge with me has been one of the most generous gifts I’ve received.

I can’t believe I could have possibly lived my life without ever knowing these human experiences, the freedom from myself and the beauty of kindness in others to want to help you learn and participate in this shared life with all walk through together.  Though for the most part I have no idea what these people in my little village are saying to me, I feel more a sense of community with them through their kindness toward me than I have ever felt before and the opening up of my brain as it makes room for new words.

  • Seeing your photos and reading this made me think of the book The Nightingale. It’s set in France in WW2. A great read and tear jerker!!

  • paulourbonas

    Have you tried the app Duolingo to learn French? It’s so fun, I think you could learn a lot from it. It’s also free, so you can try it even if you don’t believe it could help.

  • “When you are invisible you are free from the definition you have created for yourself, or has been created for you, and can become a truer form of what you are destined to be.” Beautiully written!

  • Melanie

    Wow, what a lovely experience you’re having. I’m currently on a mission to learn French after recently visiting (and falling in love with) Paris. It’s interesting that the French have a reputation for being cold to people who don’t speak the language because I met only generous, helpful people on my trip. I’m glad you’re finding those people too.

    Au revoir!

  • ziloa

    Bravo pour l’apprentissage du français, ce n’est pas une langue facile. Avez-vous regardé le film “Gemma Bovary”? (here the trailer with english subtitles https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6AHGtq_zqk )

  • What beautiful words Jamie – you could have written them in French, and it would have been understood, because you’ve been able to communicate the feeling! Wishing you much love and success in your days there!

  • Dee

    Loving your posts from France. What’s your husband’s experience…same?

  • Taliah

    Wow, it really felt like i was reading a mini novel. Beautifully written. I’m enjoying your Paris snaps and posts.

  • Guys i’ve been following your work for years and i wanted to know, do you have another portfolio? with all your clients and all of your work?

    Kisses from Spain.

  • MK

    So happy for you. I lived in France for a year after college teaching English (not my forte, but worth it to live in Normandy for the year). I did study French, so went over with very little communication problems, but I honestly don’t think it’s as hard as people tend to think it is. Also, isn’t it nice how, especially outside of Paris, the “mean French people” stereotype tends to be totally untrue? I miss small-town France so much…

  • Pamela RG

    I always enjoyed learning the French language. The French always appreciate the effort to speak French to them. You moved to France at the right time. The USA is so divided right now.

  • This post tugged at my heartstrings when I first read it, and continues to even now upon re-reading it. A slower paced lifestyle taking unfamiliar roads that lead to new discovery and revelation; it sounds like something everyone should do at least once. I’m so excited for your journey and your time in France, and love having the ability to see all of the new doors that open up for you. <3

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