I can remember exactly where I was the first time I laid eyes on a French Macaron, not to be confused with the coconut maca-roon, although, they are very tasty in their own right. But I digress…. It was in Paris 1999, on a lovely September afternoon and we were...

In my world, multi-linguists are rock stars. Especially those people that transition from one language to another without skipping a beat.  My frequent trips to France have given me the opportunity to converse with these “rock stars” on a regular basis. I am...