Le Général Leclerc

The apartment we're living in is on 52, avenue du Général Leclerc. Anyways, I finally found out more about the dude our street is named after at the Musée de l'Armée last week. Turns out his name was not originally "Leclerc" at all, but he adopted the name as his alias as a member of the French Resistance during World War II and later had his name officially changed to Leclerc. He was later instrumental during the war campaign in northern Africa and also personally received the German surrender of the city of Paris not far from where we live at Gare Montparnasse. There is also apparently a French tank named after the guy as well. So there you have it.

Topic of the Day: MEAT. Which country has the better meat? This is to some degree a matter of personal preference--I'm sure you'd be able to find no shortage of Frenchies which would declare the superiority of their cuts of beef, and certainly I've had some fine entrecôtes while here--but I'm going to have to extoll the virtues of the American cow on this one. A big, hearty American T-bone on the grill sizzled to perfection? I'm making myself hungry! Factor in the lack of mad cow disease in the New World and we will declare l'Amerique the victorious.

The score: U.S. 6.5, France 4.5.

French Vocab for the Day: "mad cow disease" = "la vache folle".