Some will perhaps see the victory of Rousseau, Sandrine of her first name.
And that of all those who, with Jean-Luc Mélenchon, revel in the derailment of the visit of the King of England.
The monarchy, Versailles, pomp and silverware, very little for these small-footed revolutionaries - half woke, half Bolivarians - who dream of remaking 1789. The smoking garbage cans, the burning public buildings, the police which are stoned and the heads of Macron or Borne carried on the end of pikes, what a godsend for them!
The atmosphere is one of insurrection, of the guillotine.
They almost want more.
Ah!
it will be fine, it will be fine, it will be fine… So is France.
At the Élysée, the monarch - republican, that one - is more alone than ever
By postponing the trip of Charles III, the President of the Republic recognizes for the first time that the country is dancing on a volcano.
Indirectly, he has just confessed his fears.
Right in his boots during his televised intervention on Wednesday, he repeated that the crowd demonstrating had no legitimacy.
Today he dreads...
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