That's right, I felt like I should be enjoying an ice cream, walking along the Seine with a pretty French boy, or two. And my bangs are getting kinda long now, just a bit more and they'll definitelly have that Brigitte Bardot feel to them.
Later on, I changed into black trousers, moving into more intellectual circles (if only in my head).
And what is there not to love about French chansons? THough, this Galle/Gainsbourg video ... it's not even double entendre anymore:
You'll have to watch it on YouTube though - embedding is not allowed.