The recent death of Jacques Chirac at the age of 86 was a reminder that it is not enough to be respected if you wish to prosper as President of France: you have to be loved.

Emmanuel Macron will never be loved. He may or may not end up admired (the jury is still out), but there is little obvious affection for him, even among his own party. It is often said of him that he is the French Tony Blair – young, bright, ambitious and in search of a third way through the ideological maze. But while Blair, up until the catastrophe of his support for the US-led invasion of Iraq, could point to a litany of achievements (education reforms, the introduction of the national minimum wage, the Good Friday Agreement in Northern Ireland), all that Macron has to his credit thus far is surviving the gilet-jaune insurgency and presiding with aplomb over the most recent G7 summit.