Today Richard and I were walking back from La Tour d’Eiffel when we ran smack dab into a protest march. As with everything Parisian, it was done with great style and flair. There was music, and drum beating, and people handing out fliers, and one of those giant dancing air-inflated guys that you see at car dealerships in the States.
It turns out that they were protesting some kind of psychiatric treatment issues. My high school French is not great — more on that later — but it appears that there is a vote coming before the French National Assembly about psychiatric treatment and hospitalization. And one of the signs was for electric shock therapy. Do they still do that in France?
It was interesting to see this drum-beating, musical protest walk by, stopping traffic and provoking some of the French nearby to engage in arguments. It is one of the things that makes Paris such an interesting city. You never know what might lie around the next corner.