I personally agree with a certain frenchman famous for dismantling le golden arches. I patronise le Bon Bread, an amazing french bakery run by women in traditional breton lace, ancient records of Joni James, Maurice Chevalier and Edith Piaf played at a manageable volume and a mysterious Citroen traction-avanti parked out front with a man smoking galluase cigarettes. I spilled my coffee there once,in the rain. It was a fine spill. the kind of spill that Hemingway would remember for a short story.