Autumn, as it slowly gives way to winter, casting a mantle of mist over clear-thinking, is the traditional time for malcontents in France – maybe a third of the country – to launch into a season of grandly-styled manifs. In 2017-2018, we had the gilets-jaunes. In 2019, the rail workers. In both cases, with the “ultras” and anarchists pitching in, the result was smashed windows, burned out cars and injuries to both demonstrators and police officers.
Bretons are a broody people, not much given to uproar, reflects Walter in this week’s letter.