The french follow no one and no one follow the french.
This all started 24 August 1944 when the M4A2s Sherman tanks rolled down the streets of Paris. They couldn't stand the smell of twin Detroit Diesels or the smell of our combat weary troops, yet we bailed their sorry butts out of 2 world wars.
I had a customer (god rest his sole) who was a tank driver and went all the way to Bastogne, then to Berlin. After the war he drove Volkswagens until he couldn't drive any longer, I know because I worked on them. When asked why his reply was that the German's had flushing toilets during WW2 and the French still crapped through a hole in the floor.
He slept with a 45 under his pillow through his later years, his daughter told me he occasionally woke up after a bad dream in a cold sweat reliving those horrible times.
RIP JJ,
Fred
They've outlawed ketchup in their schools already.