Every once in a while people ask me if I am French. It happens both when I’m speaking English (yes… accent) or when I’m speaking my native language, which is – as you can assume – not French.
I blame it all on the way I carry my bag, I call it “The French Way”.
Anyways, I figure out that it might by nice to understand French after all, and to stop “denying” my inner-french. I hope I won’t give up on that.