Whose Wedding?

So, it was the Royal Wedding on Friday. Not going to lie, wherever you are in the world this was one event that was certainly hard to miss. Probably the most exciting British news since VE-Day, I ‘m afraid it was one giant leap for the UK, one could-not-care-less attitude from this side of the channel. I am aware that my nonchalance is unfounded and I really should show more interest in what is after all a British NFT (in the words of Stephen Fry, except slightly less crude), but seriously, I didn’t really care that much.

However, the wedding and the multitude of column inches devoted to it did provide me with ample material for the first week of teaching, and I spent a merry time telling my little French kiddies about Queens and Kings and crowns and royalty.

Yes ‘Laydiidii’ is pronounced ‘Laydee Die-ANNA’. Yes, the Queen is still alive, even if it is her head on the coins. No, Prince William will not become Queen, he will become King. I don’t mind if you think the Tricolore is better than the Union Jack, it doesn’t mean we are going to change it. And so on and so forth.

Slightly disillusioned with all my exported monarchic paraphernalia so lovingly transported across la manche, I left an array of flags, bunting and newspaper articles in the staff room for colleagues and pupils to peruse at their own will.

God bless the French. As I flicked channels on W-Day (day off on Friday!!), I received a message from one of my colleagues with a photo of the staff room balcony...

Ferdinand Buisson Primary School - overlooking Place 14 Juillet in Sarlat

Later on in the afternoon (I had to check it out for myself!)

I’m glad that the British invasion is slowly reaching the South West...