A French municipal council chamber rarely makes the evening news. Wooden benches, a tricolour sash draped somewhere, a bust of Marianne gathering dust. Yet sit…
Rigorous political analysis for readers who want to understand the system, not just react to it.
A French municipal council chamber rarely makes the evening news. Wooden benches, a tricolour sash draped somewhere, a bust of Marianne gathering dust. Yet sit…
The French municipal council chamber, with its worn velvet chairs and lingering scent of floor wax, is democracy in its rawest form. Here, the nation’s…
When an American or British observer looks at French politics, the eye goes straight to the Élysée Palace, to the grand rhetorical jousts of the…
On ne trouve pas la démocratie dans les dorures des palais nationaux. Elle se trame, se frictionne et parfois s’enlise à hauteur de trottoir, dans…
The French municipal council chamber is often waved away as a theatre of pettiness—a place where grown men and women burn hours arguing over flowerbeds…
The French commune is habitually toasted as the Republic’s bedrock, a Tocquevillian school of citizenship where closeness supposedly breeds accountability. Look soberly at municipal politics…
French municipal politics gets written off as a parochial affair of roundabouts and flowerbeds, but it remains the most honest theatre of our democratic condition….
Watch a conseil municipal in a town of ten thousand souls—the budget wrangling, the odd tense referendum, the half-empty public gallery—and you are not simply…
The national stage offers spectacle. The municipal arena offers something closer to the bone. For decades, I have watched the health of the French Republic…
Anyone who watches French politics from a comfortable distance might fixate on the grand theatre of the Élysée Palace or the rhetorical jousts of the…