{"id":23214,"date":"2016-04-19T05:30:59","date_gmt":"2016-04-19T03:30:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/french\/?p=23214"},"modified":"2020-08-08T23:46:49","modified_gmt":"2020-08-08T21:46:49","slug":"living-in-a-box","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/french\/living-in-a-box\/","title":{"rendered":"Living in a Box"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ok, I\u2019ve never actually lived<\/em> in a box, but I have spent my fair share of time in one. You see, the French term for a night club or disco is \u201cbo\u00eete de nuit<\/em>\u201d \u2026 and \u201cbo\u00eete<\/em>\u201d is the French word for \u201cbox\u201d! And even though I was only 16 when I first went to France, my host brother Fabrice was 20. And he and his friends would often take me out dancing on the weekends at one of the many \u201cbo\u00eetes de nuit<\/em>\u201d scattered around Paris and the suburbs or even while we were on vacation \u2018en Bretagne<\/em>\u2019.<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t much of a drinker*, but I did love to dance. And for my money, France has some of the catchiest, danciest music around. I didn’t understand the words, but I got the beat, and a noisy \u201cbo\u00eete<\/em>\u201d was a great place to avoid conversations which were still hard for me and my limited French in the early days of my time in France.<\/p>\n

En souvenir de ces jours (ou plut\u00f4t ces nuits!) heureux <\/em>(As a reminder of those happy days (or nights!)), I\u2019ve selected a couple of my favorites songs from then and now.<\/p>\n

Tombe pour la France<\/em> (Fallen for France) by Etienne Daho was at the top of the charts in July 1985 when I first got to France. It was the first French song I fell in love with, and it’s still one of my favorites. It’s very much a product of its time!<\/p>\n

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