Not everything French is good. I occasionally reward myself for good behavior by going to the movies alone in the middle of the afternoon. Why alone? Why in the middle in the afternoon? Because that's when I get to see movies no one else in the family has any intention of seeing. French films for example.
The draconian rule I have set for myself in order to get my reward are that I must exercise a bit each day and write everyday that week. Now, 'exercise' might mean an hour of yoga, but it also might mean five push ups on my knees... yeah.. I know... Anyway, this week was mission accomplished by my own extremely low standard and I saw The Valet, a well below average French movie I cannot in good conscience, recommend.
While at the mall I rewarded myself further by becoming the misty-eyed owner of a cool paper lantern my dog has been furiously barking at for the last twenty minutes. Here are more lanterns by the manufacturer: not bad methink.
