A New French President

It was hard to pick between sunbathing in the backyard and watching on TV the results of the French presidential election. 
In the end, the Californian I became managed to catch the most significant moments on TV and have lunch outside. 
I watched the speeches of Sarkozy and Hollande, one to concede his defeat (in great style, I think), the other to announce his victory, and listened to a few commentaries from both sides of the aisle. 
Place de la Bastille, my neighborhood when I lived in Paris, was celebrating in honor of the socialist victory. Music bands provided entertainment for thousands of supporters. 
I live too far away to tell if the enthusiasm matched the wind of hope that blew on France when another François (Mitterrand) was elected in 1981.
It was the first time I was voting and I vividly remember the general ecstasy. I was aboard the bus that was taking me back to the university. The bus driver pulled over when the radio announced Mitterrand’s victory. Everybody on the bus cheered and clapped. Some even sang the Marseillaise, the French national anthem. Many of my friends were waiting for me at the bus stop. Caen, where I was a student, was unusually animated for a Sunday night. Cafes and bars were open and drinks were served for free. 
It was a time of hope and change for the French people. 
Mitterrand remained President from 1981 to 1995. Since then, the French have not had another socialist President. 
Through Europe and even the Middle East, it has been evident that everywhere the incumbent has been thrown away. It is only logic that François Hollande wins today.
It is only normal to wish France good luck and the best. 

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