Much of my puberty was spend dreaming about BB. When I was 21 in 1968 I actually traveled to Cannes on military leave from Germany in hopes of somehow capturing a glimpse of her at the beach or walking the seawall. Cannes was not as well known then. It seemed quite possible. I spent two weeks there. Alas I never did see her. But I did run into Ed Sullivan while having a drink in the bar at the Carlton Hotel.
Bardot represented the near perfect woman to me for many reasons. Beautiful, rebellious and free, a true iconoclast and role model for all women of that period. Never much for publicity or glamour she led a reclusive life and became better known for her great love of animals then her film career as she got older.