We are on day 8 of the transport strike in France. Unfortunately it has coincided with a cold, wet spell and the whole city is seething. The pavements are packed with grumpy Parisians, the streets jammed with road rage of every kind; car, motorcycle, and bicycle, the few buses and metros that are running are so full that people are risking getting limbs cut off as they squeeze in the doors. Manifestations are now taking place in busy areas with thousands of people protesting. If you get caught on the wrong side of the protest you are stuffed, the police stop traffic and the protesters take their sweet time going across while you patiently wait or take the very long way around. The French are tres pissed off and want the world to know.
Attempting to make the best of it, we have donned our trainers and scooters to make the trek to and from school every day. Once Dad does his drop off he swiftly transforms into Superman and runs the remaining 8 km to work (much to the delight of the mothers on the school run). I continue to push the pram through muddy Champ de Mars and should be bench pressing 250lb easily by Christmas. After drop off I jump on a velib and join the crazy road ragers, praying I don’t get hit by a tour bus.
The children however are coping amicably with our new regime. Scooting/walking 3 km to school with hundreds of other people in cold, wet conditions is a far cry from our cosy local school 2 minutes from home, yet they have rarely complained. It is the mothers with young children and old people who suffer at these times, or anyone who is physically disabled and relies solely on public transport to get around. I stare with disbelief at all those able bodied people who stubbornly wait for the sardine packed bus instead of using their own two feet.
Next in line; civil servants, teachers, students, lawyers, judges, air traffic controllers, and most importantly, tobacco retailers (‘fuming’ about the imminent public smoking ban) are all jumping on the bandwagon, protesting over many of Sarkozy’s reforms. Very soon normal life as we know it will cease and the country will just become one big whinging unproductive mass of moaners, huddled together outside in their hordes, smoking, debating, and idling, what the French are best at anyway. With France’s former president under investigation for embezzlement, and their new President under attack for attempting to ‘modernise’ the country and create incentives for the French to work harder, we’re wondering if this is the right place to be. Sarkozy’s hardest reforms are coming next year apparently, within the health care sector, general pensions, and the labour code. If this is Sarkozy’s 'Black November’, what are we in store for next year???
