C'est la vie, oh la la

I studied French for seven years between the age of 14 and 20. As I recall it I was doing quite well actually. The first time I went abroad without my parents I was 15 and went to Paris with my french class and sweet, strict teacher Rosita. Paris was like magic to me then, and it still kind of is, when I think about it.
A couple of months ago I was out for a drink with a couple of danish friends and we met up with some other people, among them two french guys. They lived here in Copenhagen and spoke excellent danish and for some reason I do too when I speak to other forigners. For a long period I spoke Danish only to people from other countries than Denmark and as soon as I talked to a Dane I involuntary switched to swedish. Weird, I know, but I don't have a proper explanation to it. Anyways, one of the french guys started complimenting the scandinavians for having such a good pronunciation i french, saying that he could not tell the difference (yeah, right!) between a french person and a dane/swede speaking french. Well, of course I understood that he was exaggerating but I thought - what the hell, I'll give it a try - so I switched to French. He looked at me like I was a total nut and explained (in danish) that he couldn't understand a WORD of what I was saying. Rosita, I am terribly sorry, but seven years of reeling off french verbs obviously didn't do it for me. Thank you anyway for your patience and at least I understand ALL of the words in this song. If I lived in Paris it would be in a place like this one below. Oui, je veux bien!

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