What follows is the transcript of a conversation I overheard in Paris France a while ago. Maybe it was in a bordello. It was near the Place Pigalle, or maybe the Second Arrondissement…...
Both the woman and the man sounded like they were in their twenties. She had a French-inflected British accent. He sounded like he was from Boston (but intelligent). Perhaps they were both studying at The Sorbonne.
I missed the start of their conversation. I’ve transcribed the rest from a recording I made surreptitiously once I realized that the conversation was a bit odd. I’ve cut out most of the ‘ums’ and ‘ahs’, pauses, repetitions, and drinks orders.
I used italics and [notes] here and there to try to put some of the expression back in. Also, I tidied up a few of the sentences, and made sure that no personally identifying information was left in.
Him: Ooh la la.
Her: d’accord!
Him: ooh la la encore!
Her D’accord!
Him: Je T’aime!
Her: Je Ta’ime aussi!
Him: Allons enfants de la Patrie, le jour du glorie, est arrive!
Her: vive La France! (no translation needed)
The Moral of the story: la vie est surtout une séduction sauf dans les rares occasions où c’est une consommation
(with apologies to Shamballa Jones). ( and a bit of glee).