The pollster is the haruspice of contemporary democracies.
Politicians and journalists eagerly watch for his omens.
With his finger in the bowels of society, he tries to read its destiny.
There is one in France who is particularly gifted, who likes to plunge up to the elbow in the viscera of his country without trumpeting absurd prophecies.
With his oblong face and his bags under the eyes, Jérôme Fourquet has a little Droopy air.
The director of the opinion service of Ifop has neither Facebook, nor WhatsApp, nor Twitter, let alone Instagram.
He writes down his appointments in a large A4 diary.
But, behind the eternal gray suit, the Quechua bag casually thrown over the shoulder of the unadorned scholar, hides a devotee full of mischief.
"It does not happen to me often, but this week I bought
Paris Match", he winks, at the Bourbon terrace, next to the National Assembly, where we find him.
He has an appointment to present
L'Archipel français
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