Sunday, April 28, 2013

French Language and Culture- Some Observations

Sorry about the lack of posts. This trip is different than the others in that I'm not constantly doing new, interesting things. I've been in a firm routine for a while now, and there isn't much to report.
I'm also a bit lazy.

This is the first country I've studied abroad in where I've been familiar enough with the local language to notice certain quirks, and to make observations beyond stuff like "Ooh, look at that cool alphabet". I've been collecting some observations on French culture and language- little interesting things that I've noticed- and while this list will probably continue to grow, I thought I'd share what I have so far.



French doesn't seem to have a verb that means "to hurt". Instead, they say "faire mal"- "to do badly". My host mom is a nanny, so I hear this phrase several hundred times per week.

My host mom likes to cook, and she often asks me the English names of foods. We've discovered that an incredible number of food-related words are cognates (the same in both languages), though there are, of course, exceptions.

la pâtes = "pasta", and la patte (pronounced the same) = "paw", thus demonstrating the importance of context.

un avocat = "avocado" and "lawyer". There's a joke in there somewhere.

pamplemousse ("grapefruit") is one of the greatest words ever.

French has different words for different types of yogurt-like substances. I'd tell you what the differences between these substances are, but I honestly have no idea. They all taste like yogurt to me.

French also has different words for different types of tea.

Teaching English vocabulary to my host mom has prompted me to think more about the words we use, and how they might have originated, and how silly some of them are. Like "headphones". Head. Phones. Who comes up with these things? I also spent maybe ten minutes trying to explain the etymology of the word "hitchhike".


Here it is. The most awkward word in the French language for English-speakers. Yes, it's pronounced the way you're thinking.
I just try to avoid talking about seals.










"Ooh la la" is actually something people say. It seems to be an all-purpose exclamation.

I was taught in school that the word billet meant "ticket". But it turns out that it's a bit more complicated than that, and some things are billets and some things are tickets. Like a tram ticket is a ticket, but I think a plane ticket is a billet. And billet also means "bill" (as in paper money).
I'd be annoyed about this, if I didn't know that English was just as obnoxious.

Gâteau means "cake". It also apparently means "cookie", "cracker", "biscuit"... etc... etc...
This has led to me being disappointed on several occasions.




This is true.
In fact, most superhero names don't seem to have been translated. One exception is Hawkeye, who is "Oeil de Faucon" in French.


















In French, the word with the most significance is placed firmly at either the very end or the very beginning of a sentence (instead of just wherever, like in English) for added emphasis. For instance, "I miss you" in French is Tu me manque- literally "you I miss-  because you, the person who is being missed, is the most significant word in the sentence. The emphasis it gets by being at the beginning of the sentence strengthens the message.
Another example is Tu fait quoi? ("What are you doing?") -literally "You are doing what?", with the emphasis placed on the interrogative.
Ils sont fous, ces Romains. "They're crazy, these Romans." (And if you get that reference, I'm giving you a big thumbs-up).

In France, people say "ai" instead of "ow" when they get hurt.

Du pain, bread, is very important in French culture, and is eaten with almost every meal. There are patisseries (bakeries) on what seems like every other street, so the quality of the bread that people tend to eat here is much better than the packaged store-bought stuff we have in the US. It's not uncommon to see people walking down the street carrying baguettes.

They have a specific kind of sandwich here called an "Americaine". It's a baguette filled with meat, cheese, and french fries. Gee, thanks, France.

Cheese is also a big deal here, and there are a ton of different types. I've always considered myself a big cheese fan, but I'm starting to realize that I'm actually not, since I really only like cheddar. Most of the cheese that people eat in France is much stronger than what I'm accustomed to, and I haven't been able to stand any of the types I've tried. In fact, my host mom tried to find me some cheddar, but the grocery store didn't have any. It's just too bland to be popular here.
I have a friend who is Chinese, and she mentioned once that she doesn't really like cheese, because it's not used much in Chinese cuisine, so she never developed a taste for it. And I realize now that this really is true- cheese is something you need to be exposed to a lot in order to like it. People in France spend their whole lives eating really strong, varied cheeses that I, since I'm not used to them, find absolutely disgusting.
I will never look at cheese the same way again.

Completing the French cuisine triumverate, we have wine. France is big on wine. In fact, my host mom's boyfriend travels all over the world as a wine consultant. Yes, that's apparently a job. I think I horrified him a bit when I told him that I don't drink alcohol.

- The one aspect of French culture that I was really dreading was the kissing. In France, people generally greet each other by exchanging kisses on both cheeks. The number of kisses varies from region to region. It's called faire les bises. As someone who abhors physical contact, particularly from strangers, I was not looking forward to this. But so far, it hasn't been that bad. Not everyone I meet has kissed me, and when they do, I just kind of stand there awkwardly and let them do their thing, and wait for it to be over. I've gotten a lot of bises from little kids, some family friends, and (most awkwardly) my host sister's boyfriend.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Aimless Wandering in Montpellier

       I realize I haven't said much about Montpellier itself, so I thought I'd take the opportunity discuss it, since I've been here for a while and have tourist-ed around a bit.
My host family, as I may have mentioned, doesn't actually live in the city. Their house is in one of the surrounding suburban neighborhoods (les banlieux in French), but since my French class was in the city center, I had a lot of time to do a bit of exploring within Montpellier itself.
       Montpellier- being a small, walkable, beach-accessable city in the south of France- is a big tourist destination, but so far I haven't encountered too many other foreigners- as least, not that I've noticed. I felt a little awkward wandering around with my camera and making a tourist of myself, but fortunately, I managed to put aside my dignity and actually take pictures of things.

This is Place de la Comedie, Montpellier's central square, and the tram stop closest to my French class. Since I walked through here twice a day for four weeks, this is probably the location in the city that I'm most familiar with, and where I'm most comfortable. Which is great, because pretty much all roads in the city lead to Place de la Comedie, so whenever I wanted to explore, I had a great starting point. There are roads branching out of the square in all directions, and at this point I think I've been down all of them.


This is the Fountain of the Three Graces, so called because of... uh... the three Graces (handmaids of Aphrodite) standing on top. I don't know if these particular goddesses have any significance in regards to Montpellier, or whether they were just put there because they're pretty. In any case, it's a great fountain. The building in the background on the left is the Comedie theatre, from which the square gets its name.






As you can see, as central squares go, it's not very crowded. Though, with tourist season starting, I imagine that will change.














This is a nice little park that leads into Place de la Comedie.



































































It has a really cool play area.



















This is the only surviving section of the medieval city wall. It seems to be a popular lounging spot for local teenagers.




















 This is a triumphal arch that was built in the late 1600's to honor Louis XIV, who apparently did a lot of good things for Montpellier. Not the most impressive triumphal arch I've ever seen, but not bed.











Beyond the triumphal arch is a park, called Peyrou, also honoring Louis XIV- you can tell by the big neoclassical equestrian statue of him in the middle.

















This week on "Is it a Roman Emperor, or is it Louis XIV?"!

(Spoiler alert: It's Louis XIV.)









Beyond the statue is this building, which marks the end of an aqueduct leading into the city.














Here it is! It's not a Roman aqueduct, but it's still pretty cool.















The area also offers some great views of the city. Apparently there's a law limiting the height of new buildings, which is why the skyline is so... flat. It lacks the personality of other, bumpier skylines, but I like it.









I've also just enjoyed walking the streets and exploring the city. There are some big, touristy, crowded walking avenues, but once you get off of those, the place turns into a relatively quiet maze. It's great.


























































Look at this great use of trompe l'oeil (optical illusions)!
I knew there was a reason I took that art history class.

















This is a really cool church...






















 ...inside of which is an art exhibit about the degradation of humanity. I can't imagine anything classier.












I also found what might possibly be the coolest store in the multiverse. It's a labyrinthine, bigger-on-the-inside toy store on a quiet side-street, and I swear it's actually magic. It just has that ambiance.




























These are just two of the rooms. There are many more. This place seems to have every kind of toy imaginable, from vintage metal wind-up toys to magic trick sets to voice changing devices to the lone, random Daredevil action figure in the outer space room. And there's no one who appreciates random Daredevil action figures more than me.
In other words, I'm going to be spending quite a bit of time in this shop, absorbing the magic and trying to pick out something to buy.






I've also been spending a lot of time in bookstores (because, if given the choice, I would happily spend my entire life in bookstores) and in the process, I found the greatest American Gods cover in existence.









So about a week after I arrived here, my host mom lent me a copy of the local newspaper, for me to practice my reading skills. And there was an article about an amazing new machine that had just been installed in a pet care shop in the city- a dog washing machine. It's exactly what it sounds like: you stick a dog inside, and the machine washes it.
Well, of course I had to go find the thing. I've wandered past the shop on several occasions, hoping for some cheap entertainment, but so far I haven't seen anyone use the machine. I can't say I'm surprised.







If Superman isn't in there, I will be very disappointed.











And speaking of Superman...

My comic book shop! I couldn't believe my luck when I found this place, and realized that I would not have to spend two months comics-less. I spend a lot of time in here, and it's really great. The people are friendly, and they have a lot of comics in English, as well as (obviously) French. They also have a really intense action figure collection. They don't have many current ongoing series, but I've managed to keep myself occupied with the older stuff. I've... Well, let's just say I've done my part to contribute to the local comics industry.  
I regret nothing.