Francoise Hardy was France's answer to Astrud Gilberto. The same breathy ingénue, but with a throaty Brigit Bardot-esque lower register that bespeaks the passion of the continent. The first side is a collection of torch songs sung in English, while side 2 is sung in French, but one suspects the sentiments are fairly similar.
The instrumental ensemble that accompanies Francoise in more a 60's pop-rock out fit than an orchestra or swing band, but the brass and string sections appear when needed. So grab your glass of Pernod, slip on your Courreges trouser suit, and drive your Lancia down the Rue de St Germain Des Pres with Mme. Francoise.