I was surprised this afternoon by a busload of French tourists on the hotel terrace. They had their lunch in the hotel itself, but then they all emerged through the front door before walking downhill toward their bus. Most of them on the elderly side, they were unusually jolly. It was clear that they had a lot to drink over their meal. The lower middle class was written all over them. Among the telltale signs of their social status were garish clothing, bulging bellies, and throaty cackles. Before they left, they split up into several smaller groups and invaded the whole terrace. Peals of loud laughter would come now from one group and now from another. They yelled to each other across the entire terrace. It was amazing to witness the unexpected spectacle in primitive behavior. The whole busload was utterly oblivious to everyone else sitting on the terrace. They behaved as though they were alone on the planet. It did not take me long to remember Marine Le Pen. This was her electorate, I guessed. Only then I checked for people with Arab features among them, but I found none. In fact, they all looked Germanic. Le Pen’s electorate, I concluded with assurance. And I was over the moon when they took their leave. Their loud cheers reverberated through the archway going to the lower square for quite a while, but they were finally gone. Alleluia!