The story of our family of five six that has been uprooted from a city on the plains of Canada and find ourselves in a village in the French Alpes.
Consider yourself informed.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
à la bibliothèque
We stopped by the little library in the village on our way home today and got each of the kids a library card of their own (although somehow my ability to spell in French means that there is now a “u” and an “r” at the end of Matea…..) It’s a quaint little library, with two older ladies working the front desk. (they seemed about as comfortable with their computers as I do with the method by which I should eventually get my long-term-visa)
It’s a bit harder for the older two to have to pick out “little kid” books, but for now that’s their level of French comprehension. Well, also some Tin-Tin and Asterix were in the mix - but I’m afraid the kids really won’t fit in well if they don’t have some rudimentary understanding of classics like those.
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