On his way to vote yesterday, David spoke to his brother, his mother and his father, and not once did he ask them who they were voting for. His family is very, very close, and it's taken me a long time to become comfortable with the fact that everything I do, or we do, they are privy to. So it's odd that they won't discuss something like voting. They only know how David is voting because I posted a video on Facebook two weeks ago during the first round election results.
This is the first time in the history of the fifth republic that a president has not been re-elected for a second term. So I was nervous all day. I didn't want to get my hopes up.
We left about an hour before the results were announced to go to the socialist headquarters at Solferino. It was a mad house. Beyond crazy. People were climbing on top of signs to get a better view of the screen. The countdown started at 30 seconds to 8 and by the sound of the crowd, we thought Hollande had won, but we couldn't see the screen, so it wasn't until the man on top of the cross walk sign screamed out "Hollande gagne!" that we knew for sure.
We stop for a celebratory crepe. With raspberry sorbet. (Pink is the color of the socialist party).
|This restaurant owner was obviously a (Francois) Hollande supporter|
The crowd at Bastille was enormous, and combined with the huge crowd who walked from Solferino it was ginormous, but everyone was in good spirits and there were no elbows this time. Unlike in the US, people are used to being crowded and you can squish through easily. People don't "guard" their spot and refuse to move. We popped our champagne, shared some like good little socialists, enjoyed the music, and left around midnight, so we didn't get to see Hollande give his victory speech.
I gotta say it was a good day.