the French [Theme] Page 4

Known for centuries, the French tradition: the best way to pacify the enemy is to go to meet him.

Here is a list of what is usually served in the afternoon in a sort of Parisian place. Read and try to guess who eats it all.
Monday. Beet salad with croutons, couscous of lamb, sweetened yoghurt, fruit in season.
Tuesday. Carrot salad with lemon juice, pork roast with mustard sauce, peas, Gruyere cheese, cottage cheese with fruit in syrup.
Environment. Lettuce and avocado, grilled steak with lentils, cheese St Nectaire, fruit cocktail.
Thursday. Potato salad with tarragon, curry Turkey with green peas, Iberian cheese, fruit in season.
Friday. Salad of carrots, cabbage and sweet corn, cod Dutch sauce, rice with vegetables, Camembert, chocolate cream.
Well, who eats all this? Regulars of the restaurant with a menu fixe? Workers of one of the Parisian museums? Staff Air France? But, no! This menu in school cafeterias.

... it is not only original products - there are truffles, oysters, goose liver, this is just corny - and how what is woven, the combination of incongruous, in the art of the impossible, courage and subtlety, in particular, whether the national demon of the Gallic people: connect the temper, stinginess, patience, selfishness, philosophy, sensuality, Shine, beat Veselka fifteen hundred years, - then there will be French, incomparable cuisine.

- In 1900 there was a sport where Britain won a gold medal, in which the only other country that competed was France. Can you imagine what that might have been?
- Arrogance?
- In 1900, the year was a sport where Britain won a gold medal, and the only country-rival was France. What would it be?
- Arrogance?

I don't know what is with you lately, but you're just unbearable!
- I am French!

The French can he found here.
They fight against us seven years.
Their Emperor, a gallant fighter.
It does not scare even death.
Before him a child of any of the kings.
With him not one will could people.

France is a country flexible. It rise quickly, even the couch.

Still, the French, for all their vaunted chivalry are not gentlemen. Of course, they can unleash the fog, turn the head, have some spectacular trick, send it in a hotel room a hundred red roses, but you can't trust them. English gentleman, may be deflating, but knows what the duty and decency. And the Frenchman will be rubbed in trust and will betray.

Only the French appreciate beautiful women and able to Express their feelings in diamonds.

In the attack the French braver than the lion, and the retreat worse than the hare.

- Well, he's very cute. Very beautiful, charming. So, you know... a real Frenchman.
- You mean, ham?
- No...
Pervert?
- Dexter!
- Always carries a long baton and rides a bike?

Hard to pry money from the French. Harder than a Jew. The Jew sees the deal as the Frenchman only the money that should break up.

I'm not an alien, I'm French.

... Platini is French, and we know that are these people. They sincerely believe that they are better than everyone.