Everyday conversations sound far better in French (than in English).

My subway ride from work was brightened by the interesting conversation between a young French-speaking pregnant mother and her (I’m guessing) three year old son. The child seemed tired from a long day, displeased at being surrounding by towering adults who hardly noticed him standing and was generally disgruntled (he found it unkind of people to push into the crowded, already-full, subway car and cram it beyond capacity). He is hardly to blame for disliking the rush hour commute. When he had the opportunity to sit, he scowled in response to my smile. His mother proceeded to inform him that his action was ill-mannered and inconsiderate and their conversation veered off. I found it so pleasant to listen to her calm instructive voice as he occasionally replied or expressed confusion.

Il faisait beau...