Le 14 juillet est la Fête Nationale en France : c'est une journée de célébration de la culture française. De nombreux événements publics ont lieu: des défilés militaires, des repas de commune, des danses, des fêtes et de nombreux et grandioses feux d'artifice. Mais que font vraiment les Français ce jour-là ?
Each summer, roving carnivals/ fun fairs seize the villages of la campagne française (French countryside). Children love it, adults are usually a bit mad at all the mess it brings (limited parking, noise etc…). They usually last for about a week, and come for special dates, very often around the Quatorze Juillet (AKA La Fête Nationale, but never referred to as "le jour de la Bastille"), but sometimes also take place around the town's Saint patron day.
Today, I’m going to read a poem almost all French children know; they might have learned it as a poem, or as a song. It was written by Jacques Prevert, famous 20th century author who wrote simple poetry using everyday language, hence making him very popular in our school system - remember that French children have to memorize poetry throughout their studies, but particularly in elementary school to develop their memory as well as taste for French literature.
French writer of the 20th century, Louis Aragon was involved in Dadaism from 1919 to 1924. He then became a founding member of Surrealism in 1924, with André Breton and Philippe Soupault. In the 1920s, Aragon became a fellow traveler of the French Communist Party along with several other surrealists, and took out his card in January 1927.