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Jan. 23rd, 2005 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My true nationality is... French?
Oh la la! French to the core, mon frère. You would feel most at home in the la belle France, country of varied landscapes—from beaches to mountains to fishing villages to rolling valleys and vineyards.
Your personality makes a good fit in France, too. Like many French, you have a developed sense of sophistication in love and social rules. You have impeccable taste and style and have perfected the search for quality of life, pleasure, well being and pleasant sensations.
You have high standards when it comes to cuisine, which should always be fresh, of the highest-quality ingredients and prepared beautifully. You have little patience for authority and chafe at following rules and laws. You are more inclined to use the rules of etiquette and social interaction as your guide to living life.
Paris is your soul city—famous for its broad tree-lined boulevards, charming neighborhoods and stately monuments. I can see you there now at an outdoor café ordering a café—or perhaps absinthe—and people watching to your voyeuristic heart’s content.
Given the possible results were British, German, Italian, and French I was really expecting they would fit me in that approximate order, with French dead last.
Oh la la! French to the core, mon frère. You would feel most at home in the la belle France, country of varied landscapes—from beaches to mountains to fishing villages to rolling valleys and vineyards.
Your personality makes a good fit in France, too. Like many French, you have a developed sense of sophistication in love and social rules. You have impeccable taste and style and have perfected the search for quality of life, pleasure, well being and pleasant sensations.
You have high standards when it comes to cuisine, which should always be fresh, of the highest-quality ingredients and prepared beautifully. You have little patience for authority and chafe at following rules and laws. You are more inclined to use the rules of etiquette and social interaction as your guide to living life.
Paris is your soul city—famous for its broad tree-lined boulevards, charming neighborhoods and stately monuments. I can see you there now at an outdoor café ordering a café—or perhaps absinthe—and people watching to your voyeuristic heart’s content.
Given the possible results were British, German, Italian, and French I was really expecting they would fit me in that approximate order, with French dead last.
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Date: 2005-01-24 09:05 am (UTC)I thought I'd stick in better in Frenchland -- I mean, I love croisants and certain cheese, certain wines are palatible for me, I like art, and I smell bad no matter how much soap I use!
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Date: 2005-01-24 07:50 pm (UTC)In my case I suspect the test somehow figured out that mom's Quebecois. At least half if not entirely, I don't know if the relatives in East Angus are from her mother's or her father's side, or both.