Hakki
http://www.guardian.co.uk/Print/0,3858,4356271,00.html
(...) We also now know that the average French couple claims to make love three times a week, that the man with whom most French women would like to have sex in public is George Clooney (for men it's Sophie Marceau), and that fully 70% of the Gallic population would describe their performance in bed as "substantially above average".
There's even an annual literary award, the Prix St-Valentin, for the most movingly told love story of the year. This year, rather embarrassingly, it went to a Swiss author, Thierry Luterbacher, for his steamy opus Un Cerisier dans l'Escalier (A Cherry-tree on the Stairs).
The top gift book for Valentine's day this year, however, was the recently published letters of the late lamented Ms Piaf and her boxer husband, Marcel Cerdan. I haven't in fact read them, but everyone says they amount to about the most passionate epistolary exchange since the poet Apollinaire wrote in torment to his lover: "Four days, my love, and not a single letter from you ..."
Thankfully, it's not all tat. The smart and always readable left-leaning rag Libération publishes an annual supplement every Valentine's Day featuring some 800 hugely entertaining lovers' declarations.
Among this year's finer efforts, loosely translated: "Love drives you mad and costs a fortune. Paying 46 euros, taxes included, to a left-wing newspaper to say so only proves it. But oh, what joy to love you, Sabi," or "You're a princess. I'm a frog. You're supposed to kiss me, dammit" or even, "I think of you once a day for approximately 24 hours."
The ultimate Gallic St Valentine's Day experience, however, is by all accounts reserved for the 285 embarrassed inhabitants of the village of that name down in the Indre département. Every February 14, up to 6,000 visitors descend on the place, most of them intent on getting up to no good at all. It's a good thing George Clooney and Sophie Marceau are otherwise engaged.