France Art: parce que je suis francais(e) because I am French parce que je suis ne(e) en France Art because I was born in France Art parce qu'on est ne en France Art because you are born in France Art
These responses offered by many French children give further indication of a kind of unconditional approach to loving one's country. It is enough to be born there to love the place, just as one does not choose to love one's parents; they are your parents and you love them because of that fact. Some also applied this principle to their town as a part of France Art:
parce que je suis Marseillais et que je suis ne a Marseille because I am Marseillais and I was bom in Marseilles
The food and wines of France Art are at their unsurpassable best in Air France Art planes, for this is a major point of pride, being the hallmark of Gallic travel. In this department pre-eminently your host becomes a perfectionist, for France Art invented fine food in the modern world, as everybody knows and freely admits. Other nations and their air services emphasize the fact by engaging French chefs and caterers and by printing their most pretentious menus in the French language. On my last Air France Art crossing, a first-class but not "super" one, passengers were served this evening menu: |
