I featured this a couple of years back: gloriously of its time and gloriously seedy.
Oh France. How I love thee.
Mind you- the woman sounds a bit exhausted: in this Olympic season, she may well have been running. A lot.
Something I picked up in France, cheap (my main criteria). I have happy memories of putting it on, driving through sunlit fields, a baguette in the back of a car and feeling like a tres stylish extra in a Jacques Tati film. I never did look in a mirror to see what I actually looked like.
Pure late 60’s nostalgia, even if, despite it being over 40 years old I doubt whether I shall ever use ‘Je t’aime moi non plus’ in worship just yet…..
There is some good stuff on there as well as some early French europop that is best left in the 60s. But each time I play it I imagine I am in the sunlit Loire and I dream…