I suppose my love for all things French started in the hallways of my Brooklyn elementary school.  I was 6 years old, a kindergartener with dark long braids who wore dresses and tights daily.  I remember weekly visits from Madame ‘something-or-other’ who entertained us for what seemed like an entire day with french words, songs and games.  I learned all of the body parts in french thanks to a song I recall sounding like Frère Jacques.  I am pretty sure she sang the tune but substituted the song with words to teach us body parts.  I remember ‘a la tete’ most of all and can still see her tapping her head as if it was yesterday. 

This post is my ode to all things french that I fell in love with as a little girl.  My sincerest gratitude to a very progressive elementary school for giving me such a chic start.  Merci!