The day after, some French election blogging. A somewhat ambiguous photo from the Sarkozy rally – he’s despairing, she’s…not. Sarkozy gets made to eat his Flamby, an allusion to Francois Hollande’s enemies’ habit of likening him to a wobbly jelly. But in the end, it wasn’t a wobbly jelly but more of an epic blob. Sarko kept throwing punches, but it just kept coming.
The exact details show that the polls narrowed at the last, to 51.6% vs 48.4%, not as decisive as you might have expected earlier in the campaign. However, as the winner said in an interview last week, the nature of the poll is that a win is a win, and the Left’s support, the peuple de gauche, put on a spectacular crowd at the Bastille for Hollande to struggle through with the sixty motorbike cops that were the security state’s own special tribute, today’s version of a bodyguard of lancers.
Transition of power in France is somewhere between the astonishingly swift process in Britain, where the old and new prime ministers’ official cars both park up outside Buckingham Palace while the first has their farewell audience and the second officially accepts the appointment, and the weeks long grind from a US presidential election to inauguration. The handover was fixed this morning for the 15th of May.
It couldn’t be much later, as the president will then have to zap off to the G-8 summit at Camp David on the 18th and then on to the NATO summit in Chicago on the 20th, as well as whatever happens on the European scene in the meantime.