« France is like someone who dresses up but has no party to go to », was teasing the other day a Turkish journalist friend over lunch at an Ankara fashionable terrace. I pondered on her comment later in the evening, in front of my TV screen, zapping for the latest news from Lebanon. The observation is sound-and sad, especially coming just a few days after the spectacular 14th of July celebrations. But is Marianne's fate to be superbly clothed but without a date?
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