Last Thursday night, Catherine Deneuve, sleek and understated in Azzedine Alaïa, added a shot of Gallic glamour to an otherwise mundane New York week when she was honored at the Alliance Française’s “La Nuit des Etoiles” benefit at Daniel restaurant, which kicked off “Rendez-Vous With French Cinema 2005,” the annual French film festival at Lincoln Center. As waiters wove between the tightly packed guests with their trays of foie gras and frogs’ legs, Deneuve was tucked into a corner booth away from the chatter of the cocktail hour. Asked how it felt to be honored, the screen legend responded coyly. “I’ll have to think about that…It’s better than a blow!” she said, between long drags on her cigarette — the only offender of Bloomberg’s sumptuary codes that night. You can take the girl out of Paris, but you can’t take the Paris out of Deneuve.