It's no secret that I love everything French. I spent my first six years in Paris' suburbs, and somehow it's never really left me. A few years ago, I rediscovered Céline Dion's song 'Pour Que Tu M'aimes Encore'. I listened to it the day I got into journalism school, and lately it's become a favourite of Kat and I. When she lived in Copenhagen this fall, we had a habit of listening to it on Sunday evenings. Really loud. And we sang along even louder. Oh, such power.