Yes,I was having difficulty picturing the typical Frenchman - the one with the stripey T shirt ,riding an old bicycle with a bunch of onions around his neck, a Gitanes casually hanging from his lips while mumbingly incoherently entertaining thoughts of terrorizing Bangla Road .
So in the end I just gave a casual Gallic shrug and without further concern headed to the cafe for a Pernod 51to think no more about it. "Zut alors!"