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This sign hangs outside a Chambres d’Hôte or B&B on the Ile de Ré. What I love most about this is the name:

La Maison du puits sans fond

Roughly translated, that means The House of the Bottomless Well. It sounds like a fairy story waiting to be written. Sadly, when you look up a dictionary definition, the term ‘puits sans fond’ is far less romantically translated into ‘bottomless pit’.

There are also songs called ‘Puits sans fond’.

Here’s one by a group called Vulgaires Machins. I’m not so sure about their name but their Puits sans fond gets 5 stars on You Tube, so here they are:

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As you may or may not realise, things have been a bit quiet around Frenchified of late. You can blame the Dutch for that. I won a competition to go to Blog08, a bloggers’ conference in Amsterdam, through vowing to wear Big, Wooden, Netherlandish clogs all day long if I won. Apparently, that was funny, so I won and jetted off to the land of wooden shoes to learn what I could about blogging. As part of my competition pledge I also had to set up Clogblogger, a site devoted to clogs. That meant no time for Frenchified.

One of the great things about going to Blog08 was meeting new people. One new acquaintance, Natasha Cloutier, hails from Canada but has lived in the Netherlands for some time. As you can probably tell from her name, Natasha lived in the francophone part of Canada, and therefore has a passion for French language and culture, especially French music.

Natasha’s site, Oh La La, concentrates on French sounds from the 50s right up to present day. She even creates downloadable podcasts with some of her latest favourites, so if you feel like Frenchifying your MP3 player, tune in to Radio Oh La La and tap your feet to everything from classic Gainsbourg croons through to the retro beat of César et ses Romains. Enjoy.

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As it’s the anniversary of 9-11, here’s a very relevant clip from Renaud and Axelle Red:

And here are the lyrics:

Petit Portoricain, bien intégré quasiment New-yorkais
Dans mon building tout de verre et d’acier,
Je prends mon job, un rail de coke, un café,

Petite fille Afghane, de l’autre côté de la terre,
Jamais entendu parler de Manhattan,
Mon quotidien c’est la misère et la guerre

Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant,
Pulvérisés, sur l’autel, de la violence éternelle

Un 747, s’est explosé dans mes fenêtres,
Mon ciel si bleu est devenu orage,
Lorsque les bombes ont rasé mon village

Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant,
Pulvérisés, sur l’autel, de la violence éternelle

So long, adieu mon rêve américain,
Moi, plus jamais esclave des chiens
Vite imposé l’islam des tyrans
Ceux là ont-ils jamais lu le coran ?

Suis redev’nu poussière,
Je s’rai pas maître de l’univers,
Ce pays que j’aimais tellement serait-il
Finalement colosse aux pieds d’argile ?

Les dieux, les religions,
Les guerres de civilisation,
Les armes, les drapeaux, les patries, les nations,
Font toujours de nous de la chair à canon

Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant,
Pulvérisés, sur l’autel, de la violence éternelle

Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant,
Pulvérisés, sur l’autel, de la violence éternelle.

If you’d like to read more about this song, which was released to great acclaim in the aftermath of the 9-11 attacks on the World Trade Centre, click here.

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Nothing happens in this clip from You Tube because this song was never made into a video, but this is one of my favourite renditions of Les Yeux Ouverts. If the tune sounds familiar, that’s because it’s the same as ‘Dream a little dream of me’. Same dog, different words!

If you feel like reading more about Enzo Enzo, click here, but be warned – it’s the French wikipedia entry.

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Monsieur introduced me to the music and whacky videos of Mylene Farmer. Here’s one of my favourites, although if you get freaked out by ventriloquists’ puppets because of the Chucky films, this one may not be for you…

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