He wasn’t sure which war but thought it had been in the 17th-century. “Or eighteenth.” “You’re certain of this?” I said. “Oh yes,” he said. “It’s in books.” The French do such low-level, daily (and often bonkers) chauvinism as, by and large, the British do not. They routinely assume that, given the chance, everyone would live in France, be French, eat French food, drink French brandy, watch French films, climb French mountains and listen to Daft Punk.