convos

I am surprised sometimes at how different conversations feel among the people I talk with, in France.  The woman I spoke to this morning is always interesting, always cheerful, and always ready to help me.  The guy I will be talking to this afternoon speaks slowly, but he is also interesting, though more serious.  The guy I spoke to last week for the first time, whom I will talk with Saturday morning, is thoughtful, while the two women I text with -- one, a pre-law student, one a semi-retired woman - are careful with their language (much more than me, sorry to say).  I cherish all of them.