Welcome to a carefree, hard working, lovable France overflowing with charisma, love of life, and idealism.
Where people look after the homeless, where the homeless look after themselves, and where even the homeless can influence the national government in a big way.
This is a clever story well crafted, perfectly executed. The cast of misfits epitomizes the character of France, their culture, and their artistry. Not the modern France but the France I visited and loved as a boy, 30 years ago.
This is France before it became a welfare state like the rest of Europe (and, increasingly, the U.S.), Before black emigrees vegitated on welfare and before the Arab “baby tourism” boom where jumbo jets flew in from Turkey or Egpyt or Libya, full of pregnant women.
They would give birth to their children (at government expense), obtain verification of citizenship (authorization for eligibility for cradle to grave benefits), then fly back home to raise their kids as terrorists — if not in name, then certainly in attitude.
This is the France before a cartoon lambasting Mohammed could cause riots nationwide. Riots that shut down the French government and most of the nation. This is back when the French Foreign Legion was an honorable fighting force, not a patsy of NATO.
This is before there was such a vocal, violent, and influential Arab minority in France that they could force the nation to go to war in Tripoli.
This is a France run by Frenchmen, not by foreigners determined to obliterate all that is good and noble in that fine country.
