On the first day of class at the Alliance Française, in Paris, my teach wrote “Madame Chalomet” on the board in her distinctive French cursive. The “madame” bit surprised me, as it was typically used to refer to women of a certain age—those who had shed the “lust” part of their luster. But here was Madame Chalomet, alluring the heck out of me as we pra…
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