A View from Limoux

As a daily reader of The New York Times, online, and a BBC News viewer, I know the international press is telling pretty dramatic tales of The Strike in France.  It is going on, somewhere, I think, but from here in little Limoux, it doesn’t seem quite as dramatic. 

We received a flier on our car the other day asking for support for the local rally in support of the strike.  It was to be held at the Place de La Republique, our town-square about 4 blocks from our apartment, at 9:00 am Tuesday.  On Monday Signe went shopping at one of the 2 supermarkets and noticed an unusually packed store filled with, we assumed, people stocking-up on foods that would stop being shipped by drivers the next day.  She also reported heavy traffic at the gas stations. 

Signe went to yoga class at 9:15, and I figured I could walk to the Post Office to buy some stamps.  I doubted they’d be open because of the strike and all, but thought I might as well try since the walk would take me across the plaza where the demonstration was going on.  I traipsed along, imagining an angry mob wearing those red sack-type hats, and waving clubs and pointy things as struggling government officials were dragged to a guillotine.  I arrived at the square, at 9:20.  Where was the mob? 

The only people there were about a dozen high school kids and a couple of teachers.  I had heard the schools would be closed.  Maybe they moved the riot to another location.  Surely the Post Office would be closed.  I walked the next 2 blocks anyway.  I knew it!  It was dark inside.  Closed for sure.  Then the door opened, and a customer came out.  I approached and entered the darkened building.  There was a short line of people being waited on by a lady behind a counter; half the office was cordoned-off.  Maybe it was some kind of rule that the Post office could only be half-supportive of strikes.  Hey, they have all kinds of strange rules….

Then, I walked home past the high school.  BBC had reported a high school being burned outside Paris, so I figured there might be some action.  The paltry showing at the Plaza was merely a diversion!  Ha!  There were about half the usual number of cars parked at the school, and students and faculty strolling in and out the front door as is customary at 10:00 am on a Tuesday. 

As I continued my walk, I noticed the bakeries, cafes, Tabacs, in fact, ALL the businesses were open!  We left town for a short ride to an ancient town with an ancient Abbey.  Had a nice lunch at a tiny local place.  Saw some tractors harvesting grapes. 

We’re about six hours drive from Paris.  We did not try to fly, use a train, bus, or attempt to buy gas.  The Strike looked pretty much like any other day in Limoux.  We’ll see what’s up tomorrow.

Comment allex-vous?  Votre grande adverture est fantastique.  I looked at your photos and votre petite-fille est belle.  Vous  devez la manquer.  Now I'll stop pretending that I speak French.  There is a great website that translates and pronounces things for you.  It is www.translation2.paralink.com.  I used it last year to work on my french a little before my sister and I went to France in June.  We were only there for two weeks and stayed in the north.


Love,  Janet

Janet Cozzi

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