Scusate signore, could you repeat, please?Flojts, regarding Toronto, not so long ago, during an interview this Italian song-writer-singer was complimented for his works. He wanted to say something nice and he paid a kind of tribute to the Canadian Leonard Cohen, great poet and song writer from Toronto, he said on the air from a Montréal's radio station. The interviewer was a bit offensed. The Italian was all confused. This was not a great moment of the radio. It was more : very funny. Besides Toronto and Montréal are the two most important cities of East Canada in term of business. In fact Toronto is more important than Montréal for Cohen's business. Montréal was only the muse, so to speak.
As for Cohen's fluency in French, as far as I understood, it depends of the circumstances. As you know, the more you use a language, the more you are fluent. As strange at it may seem (from a big distance), one could easily lived without taking the majority into account few years ago, and it happened to be during Cohen's youth. I doubt that he spoke something else than English as a boy, but this I can not say for sure. Further in his life, as a signer, there is a report of him having done a complete show at Place-des-Art (Montréal) in a perfect French. But he did choose (was it a choice or a turn of fate? Or both?) to do his life and his career in English - which is no surprise to you (I guess
). He certainly used French in France, but I don't think he is so familiar with the language as he lives without hearing and speaking it mostly : English - and music - being the matter of his art. The Partisan is a French (from France) song which Cohen learned from a friend and was singing when he had 15 years old. Un Canadien Errant is a French Canadian song that his mother liked very much. As far as I know those are the only songs he did not in English.NOoooo Lz. No.
Peas and blueberries can not. I'm sorry. 
Though the description of Fljots is appealing. 
To come back to a previous post, I meant "Perfection is NOT of this world". Of course.
~ As in giving peas a chance was not necessarily literal, neither was my blueberry hill. Due to the song of the Fifties, it has a wholly different connotation 
where? hell? 
