Sunday morning jazz...

I used to spend my Sunday mornings listening to jazz. This Sunday morning I've spent listening to Edith Piaf, as I'm about to send a few of her songs to my mother, who is a huge fan of hers. The recording I have features Mme Piaf introducing the songs inbetween, and it's quite impossible not to love her French accent. I might start speaking English with a French accent just for the heck of it. Well, it's my project for the summer, as I think I've mentioned about two billion times, to learn French. Or rather to brush up on the French I already know. And now back to Ye Olde Studies.