Growing up in a small town in a bilingual land means learning most of your french from the backs of cereal boxes (Flocons de maaaaaize! Capitaine Crouche!), canned and pacakged goods (champignons! d’anananas! pamplemousse!) and various signage seen out and about (go on, say it). So… “sortie de secours” in this work by Werner Reiterer made me a little homesick. I know I say it wrong (“sortee day secoors” 😉 ) – but I don’t even pretend I can speak French. Don’t worry. Bien luh.
Title credit: Andrew Bird, Tables & Chairs