A Few Sweet-Scented Violets From France

Let’s come out clear here, I harbor no great love for the “Great” Gallic Republic. The French’s primary contributions to the world culture are its blurry paintings, pungent cheeses and cowardly composure in battle. A few weeks ago at the Lodge, I was confronted by their latest ignominy: the picture postcard.

Well, friends – I confess, much to my great shame, I have been under their spell ever since. After all, I am a virile, full-blooded man and not immune to the powers of a smoky gaze and a specious grin.

Being it is Friday, I thought I’d share a few of my favorite glimpses into the boudoirs of Gay Paree.