I learned French when I was 8 years old in a (then) francophile country. I loved the literature and cinema, and later of course ,the fashion. I used to go to the French Cultural Center in Bucharest to read Elle and dream of outfits I never could find in the drab Romanian stores. I made my tailor to copy some of the unusual patterns and got some head turning clothes (not always because people liked them but mostly because they found them outlandish).
Later I lived in Paris and got acquainted to the French cuisine.
While I live now on another continent France is still with me. I watch TV5, eat French, speak French at home, and read a lot in French.
As somebody else said, ..it is a moveable feast.
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