I sometimes wonder if we Canadians realize how lucky we are to live in a country that has two official languages.
I remember embracing ,with vigour, my opportunity to study French. A friend gave me a subscription to La Vie en rose, a Quebec feminist revue. Another friend introduced me to the “chanson” tradition of the Quebec music scene and I studied the lyrics of icons like Fabienne Thibault, Nanette Workman and Diane Dufresne. I immersed myself in the musical Starmania, and learned all the songs by heart. I became acquainted with the writings of Michel Tremblay and Marie-Claire Blais. I subscribed to French theatre, and watched the blossoming of a young Robert Lepage.
For me, learning French has opened doors to a whole new layer of dialogue, from language to politics to arts and culture. What a gift.