A month ago, an unknown car came down our untarred country lane and pulled up outside our house (it couldn’t have gone much further – the lane peters out into a bridle path a hundred metres further on).
I went up to the car and asked the driver and passenger who they were looking for. “You”, they said. I invited them in.
It turned out that they were looking for two more people to complete their team of 15 candidates for the upcoming council elections for our ‘commune’. There had been no opposition to the current mayor and his team of councillors for 13 years, and these folks felt that it was time for a change. They had assembled a non-party team of candidates with a view to shaking things up.
I joined, and spent several happy evenings plotting our campaign, taking photos, adrressing and filling envelopes, and all those things political candidates do. I also tasted some excellent food and wine – this is France, after all.