French graffiti is just like English graffiti, with references to romance, sex and smoking drugs seeming to be just as popular here as they are in English-speaking countries.
Most of the graffiti is in French, and sometimes I can figure out the slang. Less common is graffiti in English, but here in St Jean de Sixt, there’s a big wall with equally large letters in English sprayed on it. I guess the writer is proud that he or she can speak (and spell) in English: it’s certainly not as common here as in other parts of France. In fact, seeing graffiti in English made me happy. That might sound smug, but it’s not. A few years ago, one of the nearby schools stopped their English classes because the teacher left. They used the budget on computers rather than a replacement English teacher. That was, however, probably for the best, as the one who left had taught the kids to sing “If you’re appy and you know it clap your ands“.
Every time I pass this graffiti, I think of that scene in ‘The Life of Brian’ where the Roman soldier corrects Brian’s Latin graffiti. It’s tempting to take a red can of spray paint and cross out ‘for’ and write ‘about’ — unless, of course, the graffiti writer really does feel sorry for this wall (despite the ‘HAHA’).