tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425550699774238271.post340901989103494188..comments2024-02-25T02:41:43.023-07:00Comments on North of Andorra: Non Dago Komuna?North of Andorrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06199381759209397228noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425550699774238271.post-46578297095355165072008-08-05T15:44:00.000-06:002008-08-05T15:44:00.000-06:00Spending time in Texas, Louisiana, and South Carol...Spending time in Texas, Louisiana, and South Carolina gives Luke a great understanding of "regional twangs"! Apparently, like Chicken-man (remember him?) they're everywhere...they're everywhere!<BR/><BR/>That's right y'all!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5425550699774238271.post-42806719074764641032008-08-05T12:50:00.000-06:002008-08-05T12:50:00.000-06:00In the Provence there is the Provencao language or...In the Provence there is the Provencao language or dialect. (The c is soft.) A lot of restaurants and small businesses use the "old" language for their names, Lou Paradou, rather than Le for example. Frederick Mistral, for whom the wind along the Rhone is named, was the first to promote the reintroduction of the language in the south. Bread also sounds like pang, and beang maytang is good morning. Buerre, butter, sounds like burra, two syllables. In fact most words have an additional last syllable. I had a terrible time getting my parisian trained ear to hear the Provencao twang. I still have trouble hearing men, most women seem to slow down for me or clean up their accent but the men can be really difficult. LeslieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com