I agree. I had three, serially, the last of them brand new with the white body and blue wave decals down the side. Drove with the roof rolled back to Mull from near Maidenhead where I lived at the time, caught cuddies from the beach, pulled the front seats out of the 2CV and placed them on the sand, built a fire, cooked the fish and drank rather a lot of wine. I don't remember being any happier at any time in my life. It wasn't the 2CV that did it, but ya have to get around and doing it in slow style is cool. It kind of adds to the experience.
Whilst staying at a hotel in Arras northern France we met a chap from southern England who was over racing his 2cv. We went to the racetrack the following day and had an entertaining afternoon. It was quite a site watching them lean over in the bends.