I was quietly having a bath listening to the news that we had a new prime minister when suddenly workers in orange garb started moving around a crate, and a large glass window was lowered on the building under construction… there is never a moment of peace in our world.
Prime minister Edouard Philippe, who was loved by 60 % of the French was dismissed. He is back running his city of Le Havre and Jean Castex, the mayor of Prades, a French Catalan village in the Pyrénées, is now at the helm. He was in charge of deconfining France and seems to have -so far- been quite successful. We will probably never see him in yellow pants on the cover of Paris Match like his predecessor who could have been a model in Men’s Vogue, but he seems to be revered by the unions and the villagers from Prades, alike. And he hired Roselyne Bachelot as minister of culture, an idea I love. She is an opera lover and speaks her heart in every occasion. We should have fun with her! Let’s pray he manages well the “rentrée” which will be tough.