Another frankly outdated cliché playing in our favour is our apparent God-like knowledge of food and wine.Given that for most of the people I’ve met here, anything that doesn’t taste worse than vinegar counts as decent, my very vague ability to match a certain meal with a certain wine has baffled more than one.It is entirely up to you to make up your own rules. Give them some space to do so, listen to them, and make them feel special. For a start, everything we do is apparently French, therefore charming.If we happen to be wearing some sort of lipstick and have a haircut that’s not basically shaved or ridiculously long, we’ll get compared to Amelie Poulain.I didn’t expect living in France to be easy when I moved to an isolated smallholding in the Limousin from London via Baltimore, six years ago. My cultural experience of the country amounted to just one week’s skiing and a day-trip to Dieppe.I was a city girl adrift in the countryside, without so much as a pair of wellies to my name.
One of my most read posts happens to be ‘how to date a French man‘, and several of you have asked me to write something similar on French women. So brace yourself: here is my checkered advice on how to date French women.
This may all sound rather odd to his third wife, sex bomb actress Parillaud — to whom he refers, rather alarmingly, twice, as his "cour-rant wife".
This is a phrase I have heard used in jokes, never before in real life.
This is normally a good thing, as Audrey Tautou is the patron saint of French women getting laid in England; if her name is mentioned in a conversation, it’s, as I believe you call it, in the bag.
Same goes for smoking: non-smoking French exes complained about feeling like they were kissing an ashtray but here, it’s just seen as a wonderful thing us people do, like eating croissants for every goddamn meal and having read all of Sartre from age seven.