The rentrée has started and I wish someone would tell that to the outrageous number of bodies still crammed together on the beaches. In theory, the ‘rentrée’ is a cover-all for the various sectors of society who are making a return to some occupation or other during this week of August.
So…the schools prepare for the return of pupils, pupils start shopping for books, politicians return to work (following a mere 3 week break), holiday-makers return to their desks/posts and fully-operational France clicks back into gear.
And, yes, there has been some sort of exodus from the coast but nothing like I was expecting. There’s still a sort of roll-on roll-off system in place, as bodies lie in layers all along the sea-front. I’m thinking of walking along the water’s edge carrying a large placard with the words GO HOME! painted in 6 different languages. Or, maybe I could hire one of those small planes and trail the message behind as a banner? I wonder how rude you can be on those banners before you get rentrée’d to your home country?