Deep breath folks. That site is incredible for really old French tat. I've lost weeks and months over their. It's mad, and a bottomless pit.
It's all swings and roundabouts, I love USA made Titanium and getting this outside of the Anglo-Saxon speaking world is like an accident on a scale if Jupiter eclipses Mars. I'm also right in the sticks south Burgundy where the normal pre-occupation involves food and wine and the buck literally stops there. I went on a hideous bike frenzy buying pre/during the Brexit crap. If I find something up my street it's like a days drive to get there. Plus price haggling will involve a drink (haggling is a sport) and then I will get carried away and forget my potty training.