Apr 17, 2007 20:40
Five days before the first tour of French elections. On the streets it's mostly the youth rushing to put up the last political posters for Sarko and Sego. Down by vieille ville a man who seems my age in a courdoroy blazer (in this heat?) hands me a flimsy pamphlet on Bayrou and asks me if I have any questions. Not really, I say, good luck! Thank you, he says. I don't bother to mention I'm not voting, but maybe from my accent he already realized. There is a UMP headquarters right next to my apartment buildings. People in their mid-twenty year olds are typing furiously on their laptops outside, perhaps profiting from the good weather.
On TF1 Patrick Poivre d'Arvor interviews Bayrou. I pay attention to about one-fourth, but I can see that Bayrou seems he has to establish himself as a viable candidate, maybe in the midst of Le Monde releasing news that finally Sego and Sarko are 50/50 in the polls. He says things like, Patrick d'Arvor, why do you say this? It's really like this! Or Thank you very much Patrick d'Arvor, but honestly, we must...
Bove as usual wins my heart. His most recent rally includes various cheeses and sausages. There are homosexual flags, his posters of red flowers, and the signs that say Another Future Is Possible! When he introduces some guy from Bolivia on stage his eyes smile with about five wrinkles and it just makes you happy.