I am off this morning to a full-day French immersion course at the Alliance Francaise. At one point in the distant past I was almost fluent in French. Now, my knowledge extends primarily to just how far my skills have fallen. I almost feel tempted to study, but somehow that just doesn't feel very French. Since drinking a glass of wine at 7 in the morning might improve my willingness to take risks with the language but would also send me right back to bed, I will turn to plan B. That is: I'll listen to "Les Nubiennes" in the car on the way into town. There. That's the ticket. (Voila. Cela, c'est le billet. ??)