Yesterday I left the house (incredible, right?) to run errands and at Canadian Tire (who by the way has signs up indicating the department names that are written in three foot tall letters in French but can't find it in their heart to write the English translation in a six point font - fuck you guys! Key word: Canadian Tire. But come to think of it
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
Reply
Living in Montreal which is so close to Ottawa, I had been there a few times but mostly as a child on school trips to the Parliament buildings and such, but going back as an adult was different. My first time there with Robert, we walked about exploring the city and I was gobsmacked by how much French was being spoken in stores by the staff, as I had not been expecting that. They had to have been from Gatineau and working in Ottawa.
When I told my sister how much French we had encountered that day, she was surprised and said she hadn't heard a word of it since she had moved there. Anyway, it's just mind bending how a line drawn in the sand abruptly alters the language in which one communicates in. It's sort of like stepping into a Twilight Zone episode.
Reply
Leave a comment