Bella Presenza

Watching the French Open it's nearly as much fun watching the crowd as the players. The French are so good to look at; they wear elegant, well-ironed clothes, they have gleaming hair that flies about in well-cut swathes, they have smiles and chit chat and uproarious laughing; well-fed isn't really right because they are thin within their types, yet look so healthy. They can sit still and attentive, looking graceful, and burst out with frenzied approbation or disgust - and still look as if they're having the time of their lives.

Age does not wither them, and they come in infinite varieties. When I grow up I shall be French.