The British establishment and men of empire look at the French and think “the neck not to have a failed revolution and restore infinite queenqueenqueen like us”
Despite many flaws and a colonial legacy to match us all, what a country. Italy is more zesty, Spain too, but I’d smash a jambon beurre and countless other food ponce gear, transport bistros, seafood towers. Only country where I’d drink again at self-harm levels and smoke cigarettes. Only a pack or two of Lung Enders. All that brandy, just waiting
Lascaux, Carnac, Zidane. The weight of occupation. All the blood from Caesar’s impact. Vercingetorix and Alesia. War after war in majestic/nightmare landscapes. Geotrauma hotspot but had ridiculous capers there. As a middlebrow, celtic identitarian always support them in sport against England, always