|Miss France, Marine Lorphelin|
Miss France is as white as the end of year snow on the steeples of an eternal France.
Which I find extraordinary. Imagine migrating to a country and complaining that its very essence - its eternality - is still too present. I say that as someone who has lived in a foreign country (Japan); I wanted to experience the eternal Japan and not kick it to the curb as an offence against my presence there.