Mark Steyn has just reminded me that another Bastille Day has come and gone. Despite living in the sixth (or perhaps the 68th) biggest French city, I forgot about it this year. Now my previous post looks like a tactless reference to the late unpleasantness between our two countries resulting from the Revolution.
Fortunately Steyn also has an equally inappropriate (but more jolly) way to celebrate the occasion, namely by writing about Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)? and telling us that the woman was in fact ... no, I won't spoil it. It may be too early to talk about the consequences of the French Revolution, but I think even Zhou Enlai could safely opine about that song, although not as readably as Steyn.