Yesterday afternoon, ending one day seem sunny, I saw on the facebook wall of my daughter a video of a couple of minutes he was referring to the voice we hear every day in Bordeaux every time we're in a bus or tram. That voice that announces with a mellifluous tone that we are approaching a particular stop, we cordially invited to come down when we got to the end and says goodbye "à bientôt sur les lignes."
The video I saw, they asked the public how they imagined women of this voice. The descriptions were diverse; Very few agreed. The funny thing is that the time of the survey, in a tram, the owner of the voice was in the same car, right in front of the respondent. No one was right in his description, of course. Then she asked what he thought of these alerts. She replied that she was not surprised, since she herself did not recognize heard. He said that at all times tried der be as natural as possible, be it, but something he could not understand at all showed her as a stranger. Well, a stranger with a certain family. A cousin, perhaps a distant aunt. Also confessed that she loved to hear while traveling on public transport. That was a more way to travel together, with your own voice, which may sound alien, but saying goodbye to you when you get where you need to go.
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