Growing up, we had most of our summer holidays in France. They were usually split between the Dordogne and Provence, where we had family and friends, with overnights in Paris and other towns/cities/regions along the way. They always involved hot journeys on endless motorways, soggy baguette sandwiches and trying to avoid awful squat toilets –Continue reading “How I got into languages – and rediscovered them 3 decades later”
Judith Zerdin 