So, the French President used to have a mistress (Valérie Trierweiler, a leftist journalist, like most French journalists), like most French, especially French politicians or Presidents of this or that. But unlike most of the French, his mistress was not a bonus (in French : “c’était pas un cadeau”), not a hot “5 à 7” like the French scooter drivers love to say, but the almost official French “First Lady”.
Then, sexy Hollande officially dismissed the official mistress and started an unofficial relationship with another mistress, lovely Julie Gayet, an actress of course, but unlike most French, especially French politicians or Presidents of this or that, she was (besides she was a “she”) not another mistress, neither the mistress aside the First Lady, but just what the French call “Plan Q”, a “sex friend” in English.
Then, nobody really knows who left whom, but the French President was officially alone with his kids of another former, still older, mistress, for the summer holiday, and everything was seemingly perfect and quiet, French business as usual, if not hot and sexy as hell, in the best of French paparazzis, spin doctors, and summer book vendors’ worlds.
Then, the former, former mistress wrote a book about her relationship with François Hollande, and the lovely Paris Indian Summer weather suddenly changed at Elysée Palace …
But never mind, a French storm (“tempête sous crânes chauves”, in French) in Paris is not a Rio Butterfly, nobody gets hurt, nobody even notices but the Parisians, and some French in France.
Renaud Favier – September 10th, 2014