"The first time I went to France, I didn't like it much. My godmother had invited me to join her on holiday in Brittany in the late 1950s to look after her children. I have two memories of the trip: daringly calling out, 'Ah, les flics!' at the police on the seafront and trying to learn to sail on a boat with a grizzled Frenchman who kept yelling about 'le foc' - the mizzen sail, not a Breton approximation of a four-letter swear word."
- From France on the Brink: A Great Civilization in the New Century by Jonathan Fenby