I loved that part too! And do you recall the scene where....
Ah well, I was young back then. My girlfriend looked like Anna Karina. '68ers were 20 rather than 68. Life was fun and so were we. I want to step back a bit and look at France in light to this election coming. Join me very briefly, s.v.p.
When I was 20, life was perfect.
We all had jobs, and we enjoyed them. Every day was a veritable fete!
Paris was beautiful. So was I.
And then, as I was ambling along, somehow it sprang a leak.
Things jumped to the future. With no warning!
My holiday was over, and it was the weekend.
"Oh, France." my girlfriend cried out in horror!
All I had was a gun and a girl. Even with friends like them I didn't want to face it any longer. "Let's get out of here before that woman gets elected," I screamed. Let's go home to America where that other woman is running for office, where we can live normally. My girlfriend and I felt deep relief at the thought.
I'm older but wiser now. My weekend holiday in France taught me much. Oh, thank God for Hilary.