I’m extremely lucky to live just next to the Place de la République in Paris…so when there’s a general strike, or a civil unrest of any kind, I know first.
I’m awakened by the dreamy smoke of the marvelous merguez barbecuing over a raging fire. Then I hear the voices of crowds of angry workers growing ever stronger, their vigor fueled by caravans of mixologists offering exotic mojitos.
Let’s leave politics out of it. A general strike in Paris is about the food. Whether you retire at 60 or at 85, you still need to eat right? and with all the fireworks and yelling, you sure as hell need a drink, and why not a Cuban cocktail? It’s not like you have to go back to work…..Power to the People.