Vive La France!! Well, they’re probably right disappointed about the World Cup Final, so I thought I would cheer them all up with this contribution. After all, they need some good literature, I reckon! Although, this is the nation that gives us Victor Hugo. I think he’s French? And I’m sure one of his stories has been widely used in the market place. It just escapes me which one it was! Now they
know a thing or two about Wine. That’s pretty big business in the Gallic Land is that tas du vin. I reckon that they should count themselves as real experts with this stuff. As a non drinker I am asked if I do a glass of wine. And I don’t. But They do one or two. At least it always seems that these people can be pictured in dreams with a tiny glass of it all. You notice how the map appears to be a Handshake. Is this because they hold down all their conversations with gestures, or is it simply that they’re not to be out done by Alaska and Eastern Siberia. Perhaps the handshake design is just to remind us all how friendly they are! And they do know how to put on a party. I think they are doing something with the Rugby World Cup next year and it was only 1998 that the Soccer gurus were in town. It seems that their Olympics, however, are a little more elusive. Some of us don’t mind that Too much! And these Olympics will (in 2016) be in that rather well known citadel. This is this
town where it is possible to write a good Christian book because of the
number of vaguely Godly places that you can visit. Do we know where I mean yet? Clue is La Louvre. And, generally it is a place where
heart to heart engagement is encouraged. That is to say; pack a condom or two. Because if the bumpy thing that you’re with don’t need ‘em then there are a goodly number of substitute players that will quickly soak up your supply. Believe me, I know! Of course; here is the point at which we mention Papa’s great Lodeve Massif Project. No essay on this country would be complete without Mas De Chapitre just above the town of Lodeve in the Languedoc. And it can (apparently) get hot there at this time of year. Although why it isn’t Raining is a complete Mystery. With Dad, Jean de Florette eat your Heart Out! Of course we should mention the language having bravely used one or two of their words in the above. With silent, half tone, full tone and damn well shrieking R’s, one needs to be on guard when confronting a word such as "arretrer". But generally it’s easy to pick up. Just gesticulate completely insanely with what you want and the message pretty soon gets through! Of course there Is a fair bit of Culture with the Deal. You get the occasional Monet or Renoir and the likes of Berlioz and Faure and Debussy and these sort of "Guys". In fact it is Rumoured that you can
sense the culture whilst passing through. I think it’s Speculation! But where would Any of it Be without the Ordinary people; the French. These are the most Anglophile, delightful and welcoming breed. You sense the moment you dock in Calais how willing they are to accept another ferry load from the North. All of it so Enchante. Really is! Now, just for once, I Can’t Entirely conclude that you get what you Pay for! This would have to be fairly specifically qualified. Mais Touts Allons a La Belle France Vites Bienvenue! TN.
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