Lingual

Noticed a strange thing at the birthday dinner we went to on Thursday. The more I drank of the delicious wine – specially selected to match each course of our meal – the better I was able to converse in French with our lovely sommelier. He told me he’s from Bordeaux,  has only been in New Zealand six months, but is hoping to get his visa extended so he can stay another year. He asked me where I learnt French, and I told him at school (choosing not to mention the intermittent lessons I’ve been getting throughout my adult life without ever reaching any degree of fluency). Unfortunately, as I drank more and my French continued to improve, sadly his French started to deteriorate, and by the end of the evening he was looking at me blankly half the time. I wonder if my Parisian accent was confusing him?