The Dunkirk Memorial

On our way back down the coast to catch the ferry home, we stopped briefly at Dunkerque and I got to walk on the beach. The war on the western front should have ended here, in 1940, with the allies soundly thrashed and suing for peace. That's the sort of thing that happens in real life. In real life there are no second chances. Only apparently there are.


 

I'm A Francophile, And Here's One of Many Reasons Why

Because they don't take it lying down.

Most of us are glooming around, going, "Well, you've got to understand these are difficult times" and accepting whatever shit the boss class deigns to hand down to us, but not the French, the French have taken to the streets.

It may not do them any good but c'est magnifique.

Vive la revolution!