I did this largely in reaction to the truly uninspiring French teachers that I suffered in high school. I always wanted to learn French. Although my great-grandmother was French-Canadian living in Manitoba, nobody in my family spoke French. I thought French was elegant and the language of culture. More than anything, my teenaged self yearned to be elegant and cultured. I have already admitted to nerdiness, so this probably is not surprising.
The teaching of French in my school in the 1960's involved copying material from the blackboard, writing out conjugations of verbs and completing interminable exercises which were always marked in class by our fellow students. Even tests and dictées were marked in class. Most students dropped out of French as soon as possible and few ever learned to speak a sentence of the language.
But my junior high French teacher, a somewhat louche man, who was always ogling the mini-skirted fourteen year olds had a special section "la Culture" on the right side of the blackboard where he listed famous French sites and cultural words. It is there that I first learned about Sacré Coeur, Montmartre,
the Moulin Rouge and Edith Piaf. This litany of "cultural words" somehow stayed with me. This morning, I asked my visiting friend, who shared the same high school experiences with me, if she remembered this. She did not. It is an interesting observation that sometimes, if the student is keen, the worst teacher can deliver a life-long lesson.
Whoever wrote the title on youtube made 2 agreement errors.