When in French: Love in a Second Language, by Lauren Collins
Before moving to France, I swore blind that I would never, ever greet anyone with a coucou. Bonjour, fine; salut, bizarre but ok, but coucou, non, I refused to hail people with a word that made me sound like an idiot bird or a coy two-year-old. A year on, to my general mortification, I found...
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