Bastille Day is meant to be a moment of celebration in France. But when
my wife and I had dinner on Thursday evening with neighbours near our
French home in the Loire region, we encountered visceral despair about
the state of the Gallic nation, writes LEO McKINSTRY. The company was
charming, the hospitality magnificent, yet parts of the conversation
were profoundly sombre. This was hours before the news of the Islamist
atrocity in Nice emerged, but our friends' concern for France's future
was palpable.
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