I intend to write this blog like a Frenchman struck down with the affliction of speaking with the English tongue. It’s like that story I read recently where a rugby player had a bump on the head, then woke up, dumped his fiancé, got a boyfriend and opened a hair salon. How jolly convenient. If you’re thinking this is just another Francophile blog… then you’re probably right. But I will write about everything from Gallic pop to metallic tank tops, although probably not much of the latter. In fact this might be the only time I mention one. Oui mais non.