Writing Again
I didn’t think I was going to add to this blog, I thought I had said everything and life had settled into a routine. All that is true but I find myself writing again. Even my little corner of France has been affected by the manifestations—the protests started by lycéens protesting about the state of the school buildings, lack of teachers, lack of toilets, class sizes. Legitimate protests that have been overtaken by others, have become about the cost of living , have become violent, destructive and criminal. Seeing the pictures of Nice and other beautiful cities damaged, businesses destroyed and looted is distressing, sickening. The first I knew was when I turned the corner on 29th September after a pleasant morning walk and wondered if I’d be able to walk past the lycée to my home. There was a crowd of students, some calmly holding homemade protest signs, their demands in felt tip on cardboard, others (the majority) shouting, throwing rocks and fireworks at the scho...