Qeveryone seemed to be smiling at him. However, he was angry. Already dressed in his impeccable country clothes, Philippe de Villiers let himself fall, this Saturday, at a table at Vauban, a beautiful cafe in the shadow of the dome of the Invalides where he is a regular. At least, during your stopover in Paris, be as stealthy as possible. With a sigh, this man in his seventies makes us understand the extent of his privilege: postponing, over a cup of coffee, his scheduled return to his base in Les Herbiers, in the Vendée, a few hours after recording his weekly show on CNews.“Let me tell you, every Friday, I wake up and a heavy burden falls on me. Because we have to go to Paris…” As time passed, the essayist admitted that he began to hate the capital.
Regional past…
