We were in Paris, there was never enough money, and everything was expensive. I didn’t have much French then, but it was enough to get by, or I thought it was. Dorothy didn’t have any French at all, and from the outset she said that she wasn’t going to learn how to say anything beyond ​Oui.​ She was American, and I loved her, or I thought I did, then. Continue reading “Learning French in Paris by Damian Kelleher” →