I heard this song not once, but twice today on the local campus radio station, CFOU -- it's number two on their anglophone charts.
No, I can't get it out of my head. And yes, the French word for fish is Jacques Cousteau.
An anglophone from the west. A francophone town. Hoo boy.
We took a mini-vacation at the end of June and holed up in a cabin in the woods way up north. The cat came along for the fun. He was surprisingly relaxed at the cabin, likely because he was relieved not to be in the car... no, he is not very good with being in the car. We had a really nice time, despite unending rain and a lack of lake access. We got in some nice hikes, and got to read lots and lots. Okay, I read a grand total of one book (in French) that drove me nuts because it took me so bloody long to get through it. On the plus side, because it rained so much, we had a good excuse to go and have a massage. It was really a nice treat to get out of town for the week.