March 28th, 2025 -- by Bacchus
Your French Girlfriend
I don’t know the story behind this photo so I made one up. It’s 1966 and you’ve been drinking your way across Europe. Now, suddenly, you’ve got yourself a pretty French girlfriend who lives in a tiny 5th-floor walk-up apartment. She says she works as a shop assistant, and maybe she does, but she and all her friends dress and act like they’re on the stroll. Do you care? You emphatically do not; she’s beautiful, she’s sweet, she’s enthusiastic, she’s uninhibited, and she tastes delicious!
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…and she’s PERKY!
That she is, and you’re learning a very natural and colloquial style of French!
She complains that all of the French men are either gone off to war, gay, or pigs, that you are the best man to come along in years. The both of you explore Paris in the summertime, only get arrested once for joining in a student protest, and have countless amazing meals.
Once summer turns to fall, and it is time for you to move on, she curses, she cries, she begs you to stay – and she encourages you to go – in equal measure. You depart, taking the train to the coast, and the long voyage home on a steamer, and always regret it, especially on rainy weeks, when your mind goes drifting back to that summer in Paris.