Bisous, baisers, bises, je t'mbrasse, kisses... is it possible to get too many? I don't think so. I love the French tradition of les bises. Always at least two, usually three in the south of France, sometimes four. What's not to love??
Moussu T e lei jovents, my favorite French group, has a great song about kisses... from Marseille. It's on their CD named Putan de Cançon. They are French good old boys from La Ciotat, near Marseille. I haven't been there-- yet. I haven't seen these guys in concert-- yet. A certain Frenchie family (les Allemand) won tickets and brought me back a poster last spring. So, I was almost there. Certainly there in spirit, singing along. (I am still searching for a bleu de Chine, too...)
I am not much of an artiste, but I was inspired during the summer of 2011 to change the song around a little bit and illustrate it since I wasn't in Marseille, just at my summer job desk in Durham.
I have a Beany Baby pink flamingo who watches over me at school. (Actually, I have three of them now.) If you read this blog regularly, you know that I have a thing for the Camargue and the flamants roses who live there.
Somehow I don't think that Moussu T would mind my messing with his lyrics.
Bons baisers et bon appétit de Marseille!