After a massive manhunt lasting several days, the National Gendarmerie ended up in a gunfight with him on the streets of Lyon. The terrorist was killed. Parking up the wrong tree rom the tone of the newscasts, it seems as though that the southeasterly wind in London is due to the national sigh of relief from France at the death of its deadly enemy. As I predicted, things are already starting to crumble. The metal barriers in front of the Post Office have moved closer to the building.
People nudge their cars partly into the empty spaces.
There are no more police in front of the building, or military stalking the streets. My guess is that they'll recind the parking ban within a week, except perhaps for the schools. During last week's Bread Crisis, I was amused and mystified by the mysterious Straw in the Egg, which managed to confuse every non-French person I asked about it. This must be the week of the wine harvest. Everyone is having sales on wine, winemaking supplies, corks, bottle openers, and wine bottle racks.