Yesterday morning I found Charlotte and Camille cross-legged on their fairy mat in their bedroom. In France each elector receives a fat envelope containing fliers for each one of the candidates. Charlotte begged to have the sheaf of fliers after we were finished with them, and she had spread them all out on their fairy mat and she was reading them out loud, one by one, to Camille.
In the end, they remained unswayed by Sarkozy’s or Bayrou’s promises. They have declared they have chosen Segelone Royale, because she is the most beautiful.
Today is le jour!