At the beginning of this insurgency was the number 123 of the small street " rue de Lille ". It was the stronghold of the gaullist, at the corner of rue Aristide-Briand. There, in a few steps, we joined the national Assembly. Ten minutes away on foot, we arrived at Matignon, and, to reach the Elysée palace, he had only had to step over the Seine. For a 9 January at 9 hours, it is strangely sweet. Enough, in any case, to give a smile to the caciques of the RPR pushing the heavy door of the building. There is Alain Juppé, the door-gun, Jacques Chirac, Franck Borotra, the musketeer of Cha... Article reserved to subscribers
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the blues of the generation Maastricht " In good romantic, we prefer the losers beautiful "
Updated Date: 14 August 2020, 08:33