This is the last fight. We sang (falsely, as tradition dictates) the International on Sunday evening in the golden rooms of Ney-sur-Seine. The scene is recorded From Paris The cursed people of the country, who had gathered in front of the village hall after the announcement of the qualification of their candidate in the second round of the legislative elections, proudly shook their fists before shouting the revolutionary lines inherited from the commune. Paris.
If the left-wing coalition scores well on the ground everywhere, its very clear breakthrough in the west of Paris, more than anywhere else, has caused concern among its opponents. Several well-informed observers murmured it on Sunday evening. We will see the rise of melancholy in the upper echelons, as if the dark red fever had gripped the middle-class children after uniting in the working class. districts և suburbs. So heaven,Father’s son
Source: Le Figaro
