SURELY NONE IS MORE EXCELLENT IN ITSELF AND ITS RESULTS, THAN THE POWER WHICH HAS BECOME THE RIGHT OF EVERY WOMAN WHO HAS THE MEANS TO ACHIEVE IT –
OF BECOMING HER OWN UNESCORTED AND INDEPENDENT PERSON, A LADY TRAVELLER. Lillias Campbell Davidson, Hints to Lady Travellers: At Home and Abroad
Friday 11 March 2011
Picture Dictionary: Clic-Clac (Oh My Aching Back!)
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Clic-clac [klik-klak] Noun (French)
Thanks to the lovely Mrs W, I recently rewatched To Catch a Thief and determined that, like Grace Kelly, (though without her wardrobe), I should like to summer in France this year.
Luckily this fits in nicely with the plans of several of my nearest and dearest (to include one new French bébé in July) and is the reason my sister just sent me an email about the house she has rented for us. The email was in French and I understood everything except the word 'clic-clac'. So I looked it up. How French. How onomatopoeic. How hilarious. Hilarious? Pourquoi?
LTLS and I share a love of the Andrews Sisters and Lílí's favourite song is 'South America, Take It Away' ... in which Bing Crosby and the girls bemoan the fact that 'there's a strange click clack in the back of my sacroiliac.'
How funny if the clic-clacs should give us pains in our sacroiliacs. Well, not funny, exactly, in the sense of being fun; but droll, nonetheless.