For me, the final days of the past week were fabulous. Three days in Sète, c’est à voir, is unusual and unique. Finally, an unpretentious festival, where kindness, friendship and sincerity were fundamental, a festival growing year to year, maturing its content and presentation. It is simple, requires no festival bracelet, no bodyguards monitoring classy cocktails. And the exhibitions are remarkable. Go! Aside from that, the “markets” are rising and falling. Greece has found, as if it had ever lost, its old fascist demons, and the markets follow, a few colonels wouldn’t be so bad (see: how can we accommodate Hungary!)… Today, May 24, written news doesn’t know what is happening in Quebec, nothing in Libération, who focused on the anti-fly operation in the Beijing toilets. I am happy to be more informed, if not more intelligent, after learning about that. Nothing in The Guardian, nothing in The Times, nothing in Paris Match about the Quebec student fight over the past month. Now it’s the entire Province that is fighting against the laws quickly enacted by their scrambling leaders, reminding us of times… they are from the same liberal family. I haven’t yet read today’s Le Monde whose coverage yesterday featured a full page with a photo that read “a social action”. Scary! An emotional thought, nevertheless, for the poor Zuckerberg whose Facebook became Fadebook, but that came from the City, not from me.
Go to Sète and to Chaumont sur Loire, two elements, among others, that might not take you to paradise, but will at least bring you great joy.