Ya know, somehow it didn't surprise me a bit to see the clip of the shower scene from Les Grande Chaleurs nestled among your journals. You are someone after my own (wicked) heart. The movie was charming but, frankly, it could have been the phone directory for all I cared. I just wanted to gaze upon the luscious charms of the very young Francois Arnaud and wonder where the hell my own Yannick Menard was. P.S. I'm still waiting for him to show up.