Did you hear about the frenchman who fell from a five story building and landed in a pile of baguettes?
He survived but he was in a lot of pain.
I went to France for a few years. After some time of eating bread, I had had un oeuf.
There were once two cats called 'un deux trois' and 'one two three', and they decided to have a swimming race across the English Channel (not very cat-like, but hey).
Which cat won? 'One two three', of course, because the un deux trois quatre cinq...
in the late 1930s the French had a nickname for Neville Chamberlain. They called him Neville I-Love-Berlin.
Presumably, and because of his appeasement policies. Monsieur J'aime-Berlin earned his French nickname just after his abandonment of Czechoslovakia at Munich in 1938 and it stuck with him for years.
Here's another one involving a politician. baraque is a French word for shack or food stand. There's a little beach bar & grill on the southern end of martinique, near Sainte-Luce, called La Baraqu'Obama.