40 ans plus tard !
La langue de la Wallonie .
Aujourd’hui, je suis à Bruxelles. Ça fait quarante ans depuis que j’étais ici !
Quel gentil homme !
It has been said that the Walloons speak a form of French that was best understood by English-speaking students of that language. I learned this to be true when I visited Bruxelles for the first time.
I did the standard tourist routine and of course visited the Grand Place. In a corner of the square I found a small restaurant .
I walked in and was greeted by a wonderful little man. He was professional , linguistically tolerant, polite and passionate..... passionate about his language....passionate about moule frites ! It was he from whom I first heard that great and self-depreciating aphorism : “ les Belges sont les parasites de moule “
Quel gentilhomme !