No cute French-language betises from me this time. This time, I’m serious.
A sweet and obliging majority of the French folk I know have been surpassingly positive and excited about the election of Barack Obama. Juste comme il faut. There seems to be a rapid and well-informed understanding of how much this changes the global atmosphere and how much more concrete change might follow. I have, however, noticed that there is a remnant, a crust or crouton of old-style French lefties or new-style anarchist-types (always recognisable by the sincerity of their hairstyles) who seem to revel in bibulously denouncing me for naiveté (the only true crime for Parisians).