When I was in school, we didn't associate France with fine wine or revolutionary poetry. We associated it with the sad weirdos from La Rochelle that we encountered in Tricolore. Perhaps this is the true origin of Brexit.
my parents are very identitarian remainers, whereas my remainness is more boring and dry.
my dad tells this story of living in a squat (i presume stoned out his mind) in the 80's and listening to trans europe express and being overcome with this sense of expanse and possibility and freedom.