Thursday, July 14, 2005

Joyeux Quatorze Juillet!

In the spirit of the long and (at least in my case) heartfelt friendship between France and the United States, I'm wishing all my fellow Francophiles, here and abroad, a happy and safe Bastille Day.

France is, after all, the country where champagne, the ballet, and the cinema were invented.* Any country that can do even that much is all right with me.

On top of that, there is the haute couture. Not to mention the house of Hermes, a vast cornucopia of fabulousness with which I am completely obsessed. Those scarves! Those bracelets! Those fabulous perfumes! Not to mention les sacs.

Then there is the little matter of The Statue of Liberty.

Alors ... vive La France!


* The first public film exhibition was held at the Grand Cafe in Paris in 1895 by the Lumiere brothers. This is years of film scholarship talking. Anyone who wants to argue can bite me.


  1. Ah, Grand was my Guignol.

  2. Idiot!

    And by the way, I said that in French.


  3. Poppy,

    Look over the wide, rolling tapestry of all your friends and acquaintaces. Survey majestically all the friendships you have had from the time you were a zygote to this afternoon. Nowhere else will you find someone who will regale you with such a broad, yet intense, array of felicituous idiocies, as vieux petit moi.

    And you know it.


Gentle Readers:

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xxx, Poppy.