Violins and oak trees remind me
of the confidence of French women.

The gaze is sharp, the air crisp,
and breast size is not a measure of sensuality.

Taste bears witness, depth remains variable,
and intimidation is the common currency.

To make a point, to take an intellectual stance,
is part of the shared social contract.

National politics and bedroom dullness
flow together in conversations at dinner tables.

Joie de vivre est national.