Mlle. Wentz firmly believed in the multiactivity method of teaching French, and this meant we had to sing. We could belt out “La Marseillaise” with the best of them (well, at least the first verse), and at Christmastime, it was “Il est né le divine enfant,” etc. But her favorite pop song was Joe Dassin’s “Champs-Élysées.” I have this associated with spring, although it’s likely we actually sang it all times of year (n’importe quand). The song is just so springlike, so open to life and possibility, so street musician, hanging out on the Champs-Élysées anytime—in the sun, the rain, at noon or midnight.
Everybody: Sing along with the chorus!
Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit,
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées.
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Seven years of French classes and I've forgotten almost everything.
Except one particular French teacher.
This is such a great story, i love goofy teachers.
That was a fun song. I liked it.
I confess I just lip-synced...
Deloney: Mais bien sur.
Helen: Still proud of you.
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