
Francoise Hardy could sing about cleaning her stove and I’d still get all flustered. Not that I understand French. After two years of schoolboy French, all I can say is “la garçon monge la glaçe” (the boy eats the ice cream), which proved useless in asking directions to the musée Rodin in Paris.
Perhaps it’s just me, but her song “Comment Te Dire Adieu” indelibly puts me in mind of a black and white music video with my bulldog as Grace Kelly. No really- head scarf and Jackie O sunglasses, slo-mo gliding by in a red convertible. Listen and you’ll see it, I promise. Maybe. Sort of. Or not.