My brother and sister-in-law and I went out to dinner earlier this week and on the walk to the restaurant we saw an enchanting site: there is a gorgeous cupcakery that offers French lessons in the evenings. There were a half dozen people sitting in a circular booth with cappuccino and half-eaten desserts in front of them and a charming old-timey blackboard with conjugated French verbs written on it. Man. Adorable. Weren't we supposed to be French this year anyway? Well, at the very least we should listen to Coeur de Pirate (aka Beatrice Martin) sing her sweet little French song.
coeur de pirate // comme des enfants
Now if only we'd known about the French lessons we'd know what the heck she was talking about. There's always next year. Have a good weekend my dear!