Book 21 of 80
After a jaunt to the Netherlands, here we are in France.
Once upon a time, I thought I was French. My grandma’s maiden name was French and someone in Japan told me I looked French (whatever that means), so I figured, “Well, I’m probably French.” I spent close to 10 years spouting off that my family was from France. I knew I was Irish, so I just assumed I was French/Irish — 50/50. And you know what? I was pretty proud of my Frenchness. Even to the point where if someone mocked France, I’d pipe up with, “Hey! I’m French!” to make the mocker feel guilty for insulting my family.
Until one day, at a family dinner, I mentioned this French blood and my dad looked at me and said, “You’re not French at all. What are you talking about? You’re Irish and German. Where did you get that?” So, I’m not French. But it was kinda nice while it lasted…everyone is Irish and German…no one in America is fighting to be French. Oh well.
When planning my book for France, I realized that I wanted to read something fun and classic. That led me to The Scarlet Pimpernel — a book I had heard about from a few friends, but never picked up to read for myself. The book is set during the French Revolution. Of course, the French revolted against the aristocrats and sacrificed their heads to the guillotine. With all those innocent people dying, who could save them? Enter the Scarlet Pimpernel – a disguised hero – determined to save lives and elude capture. Sounds like a great escapist adventure!
And here is a clip from Looney Tunes to brighten your day: