So, the French Film Festival has finished. What have I learned from my 12 film marathon?
1) chocolate covered ice creams are good any time of the night or day
2) the French say “putain!” a lot, which if you translate it to “f**k!” , rather than the more mild “damn” or other peely wally expletive the subtitle people tend to go for, seems totally fair.
3) French men don’t do “faithful” apparently
4) French people of all ages look stylish, smoke, and drink wine at any hour of the day or night, unlike me who will be sitting in a darkened room with a bunch of strangers stuffing my face with chocolate covered ice cream.