Strange nostalgic thoughts brewing in my head about language, or more to the point, sounds. Today I suddenly felt as if I missed the sound of Montreal. Not Montreal proper…The sound of the city. In my current inhabitation of the academic isolation chamber I haven’t been in places to overhear much, but English certainly predominates at the coffee shops around here. This in contrast to the sound of Montreal, a cacophony at times, diverse in its tones and rhythms, yet always underlaid by the steady chirp of French.
Don’t know why I suddenly thought of this today, but now I’m hearing bits of français in my head. Stylish bits. Silly bits. Sacrilegious bits. So I’m having impromptu little conversations with myself en français. Yup, I’m starting to lose it. And just in case I felt that I’d forget it all, there’s the essential refrain — more symbolic than most realize.
Je me souviens.