On the “matters great” front, you have no doubt read about or heard about or seen on TV that France will be holding the first round of national elections tomorrow (Sunday).
Here at home, some of us (my wife Jan and me) will be hosting friends for a nice, long lunch. Many other people will be voting. (To clarify: we would if we could; but we are not French citizens and cannot.)
So, what has the election been like? In fact, if you’re reasonably well read, you probably know as much as I do. After Brexit and the Trumpset, even the experts are a bit confounded about France and its election.
For a Canadian, who is familiar with election signs being plastered all over the place, often stapled onto stakes that are stuck into front lawns everywhere, the French election seems surprisingly quiet, at least in our small village.
For some reason, posters of the 11 candidates for President are plastered onto metal standards in each village (or at least all the villages I have visited in the Greater Daglan Area recently). Each poster is numbered (1 through 11), and all candidates are placed in the same order. For the record, here is how our row of posters looked this morning, standing near our Salle des fêtes:
My prediction? I have absolutely no idea, beyond what I read in the various reports of the polls. So I’ll be as amazed as you on Monday, when we learn the results. They will tell us who will be in the running for the second round of voting.
On the “matters small” front, Daglan has been all abuzz about the pile of soil in front of the new restaurant, Café de la Fleur, an issue which has come to be known as Soilgate. (Okay, not really. But the pile of soil has been much discussed.)
This is what the pile of soil looked like, although the way the sun is playing on the pile makes it a little difficult to see what is what:
Why should anyone care? It’s because the soil was plunked onto the parking area across from the café, immediately next to tables where customers can have their lunch or a drink. To put it simply, it wasn’t immediately appetizing.
Through our advanced investigative techniques (talking to the café owners), we at Radio Free Daglan learned that 1) soil had indeed been ordered, to be used for potting plants; 2) twice as much soil was delivered as was originally ordered; and 3) the village council was concerned about the mess. However, it took several days for the removal to be organized.
Ever alert to village developments, Jan and I were on the scene yesterday when an earth-moving tractor was busily scooping up the soil and moving it to a back garden. Here it is, in action:
So, all is well in Daglan. As for France and the elections, we shall see.