Few of you may know that in my adventurous youth I spent a summer in France with a French-speaking-only family and bicycled over the Pyrenees in a convoy of French and American youth, this in a time when a French-speaking American was such a rarity that I rated many a complimentary menthe à l'eau at roadside cafés en route. It was a heady experience for a 19-year-old and I vowed to return for a year in Paris, which I did, two years later.
Out of the blue - well, not exactly, but quite suddenly for me - in preparation for the influx of French August-holiday tourists to Tel Aviv next week, I decided to brush-up my eavesdropping and cross-table café-chatting skills. So I took a placement test in French conversation yesterday at the French Institute, and got placed in the highest level class they offer! Moi! Classes start mardi (Tuesday).
When over the years various application forms inquired about my language skill levels, I always listed French as "formerly fluent." Next week I start changing that "formerly" to "again," or just dropping it altogether.