AS SUMMER approaches, I've decided I should take a French-style summer vacation this year. French vacations (at least as far as I can tell from French movies) seem so much more rewarding than ours. Come the first of August, everyone leaves their BlackBerries behind and flees to la mer - for the entire month, as if they were all psychiatrists - where they eat glistening oysters, lose their virginity and reunite with lost lovers, all while actress Ludivine Sagnier romps topless in the surf. This seems vastly preferable to the Hollywood version of summer vacation, where you either get eaten by a great white shark or face a serial killer at summer camp.

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