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######*30th January 2027;*

Icy chills, as the height of winter passed through Paris, were seldom the thought of many, for this year was to be an election year. 2027 was the culmination of five long years of Macron rule. In that time, the country had gone from buoyant growth back to stifled stagnation, with inflation an ever-present foe. What Macron had been referred to back in 2017 - a ‘saviour’ - was now a joke, a relic of the distant past where hope resided. That was a past where the Socialists and Republicans held major relevancy. Nowadays, the wings lay far further to the left and right, and as the day opened up, the crowds entered the capital, and stormed every nook and cranny. The ‘Prince’, the new name for the President Macron that had become, suited him well. Paris now simply wished for revolution.

Thus, it was the time for the amateurs to rise to their jobs, and it was a journalist - one born in 2000 - that catalogued the entire day’s affairs for the nation. The name was Adriana Desscau, a woman who knew what she was doing. She had filmed several such oddities of events before, including one of the most famous - Rue Jean Bullant, all the way back some three years ago. Desscau never liked the spotlight too much, preferring to write to each newspaper for a small line for an interview, rather than show her own face or talk with her own voice. It was a way of keeping her anonymous, so that she could continue her works without recognition in the moment, plus, it kept her humble. Adriana was not a professional - indeed, she worked in a Carrefour in Massy for her rent and food - and did not hold professional equipment either, the equipment of choice being the versatile smartphone and an SD card. It would go everywhere, and see the world as Adriana saw fit. Thus, the pair set off around Paris.

First to arrive on her camera was the right-wingers, those of the Le Pen preference. They had assembled in a protest line all the way from the Gare du North and Gare de l’Est down to the Monument to the Republic, filling the Boulevard de Magenta as they assembled. By 11, they had begun marching and shouting their own slogans right at the city. “For the return of law and order, here now and forever” was one shout from amongst the crowd, joined by another of “Let the true French decide the fate of the French”, the pair of shouts deriving from an earlier incident in Marseille just over a month ago. 20 had died, 63 were injured seriously, and the media had all gone onto blame whichever group they wished did it, whether it be the Roma or Palestinians or Syrians or Libyans, no matter the official police line that it was likely the CGC of Corsican nationalists. “That is a force!” was what Adriana mouthed when she climbed on a car, to get a better view. The owners inside, mildly miffed at the requisition of their car for filming purposes, could do nothing. The streets were very much packed, quite frankly.

Desscau’s second area to visit was further westwards, towards the Avenue d’Iena, leading southwards from the Arc du Triomphe, and that was for the French Insurmountable, the faction of Melenchon. Here, the chants were more vocal, and more local too, for the city of Paris was one of the hotspots for the left-wingers of France - saying left-wing would be putting it too broadly, for these desired revolution to end their struggles. “One more chance comes only with one more Republic” were the words of choice for the mass, who had already started streaming and filing out into the smaller streets surrounding the main body, calling for more and more to join. Here was the beginning of the situation Paris-wide, for the many in the riotous group took to vandalism, staining the road was graffiti of their many regional symbols, for the new Sixth Republic would promote greater regional autonomy. There was also the chants of “You know he knows the way”, and Melenchon, right within the crowd, was pointed to by every raised finger on the avenue. Desscau could only interview a few, before the atmosphere turned, and her accent - one matching her origin of Flanders - started sounding hostile to the few now surrounding her. It was time to move on.

By the time that Adriana Desscau reached the third staging area for the protests - the Quai d’Orsay - what had been a victorious and determinant mood within Paris had been augmented by a feeling of brazenity. The Gendarmerie had not yet arrived, had not yet used their underhanded tactics, and by the time that Desscau left the Insurmountables at 13:15, the crowds were turning against the peace. Never was this more evident by the Seine, where it was now startlingly clear with the new ‘Regardons Pas En Arrière’, or R-PEA, fronted by Darmanin and Bardella. This was a group with clearly not the size of the other two groups, which had themselves moved towards the Seine. Each was held on the north bank, the opposite bank to the R-PEA, and yet, the R-PEA were already just too agitated. When the police did arrive at 13:55, the makings of chaos had been manifesting themselves towards a sort of siege mentality. The Gendarmerie coming in from the south only cemented that idea.

Immediately, Desscau felt her life to be in grave danger, and so moved back rapidly, trying to flee from what she saw developing. Protesters on the outside started attacking the police guarding the barriers, trying to get the R-PEAers to disperse. It was a learned tactic that had worked so far in 2025 and 2026 - a clear effect of a more sensible Minister of the Interior - but that was against more disorganised general-protest groups. Here was R-PEA, a group far more political, and far more audacious. People surged backwards, into others, into others, into others, into others, cascading over and over backwards towards the river line. The wharf ran straight and true along the shore, and was a straight drop. Straight into that drop started falling people, in ones and twos, as the crowd pulled back. Desscau could only film and watch, the courageous already helping the less-abled, and the way was at least mostly saved for R-PEA, as well as the Gendarmerie. Nobody had died, thankfully. Only a few “We see what you see” and “I feel that dagger too” proclamations were made through the crowd, before they naturally dispersed. The Seine was still not clean enough for most to risk a dip.

***

The day had closed in on Adriana Desscau, and her position usually towards the sides of each group had almost been detrimental. Still, life had gone on, and the images shown were nothing short of fantastic. Individuals were recognisable through the mists of breaths and the mass of clothes that blocked views and identities. The amateur only had a few questions left to ask the protesters, one for each group.

“Why are you here?”

“Le Pen’s recommendation, to practice claiming the streets for our coming victory!”

“To be with Melenchon, who shall lead us into a golden age by whatever means possible!”

“To show that the world is against us, and that we rise stronger and greater, only under the strong men betrayed by the donkeys of the weak!”

Desscau did not notice a single Ensemble protester there though.

She had her guesses. They seemed pretty correct.

Any proportion of zero is still worth zero.

And that was some goodnight to the chaos of Paris.

And that was the end to the Filming, of the Animals.

***

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Paris now simply wished for revolution.\n\nThus, it was the time for the amateurs to rise to their jobs, and it was a journalist - one born in 2000 - that catalogued the entire day’s affairs for the nation. The name was Adriana Desscau, a woman who knew what she was doing. She had filmed several such oddities of events before, including one of the most famous - Rue Jean Bullant, all the way back some three years ago. Desscau never liked the spotlight too much, preferring to write to each newspaper for a small line for an interview, rather than show her own face or talk with her own voice. It was a way of keeping her anonymous, so that she could continue her works without recognition in the moment, plus, it kept her humble. Adriana was not a professional - indeed, she worked in a Carrefour in Massy for her rent and food - and did not hold professional equipment either, the equipment of choice being the versatile smartphone and an SD card. It would go everywhere, and see the world as Adriana saw fit. Thus, the pair set off around Paris. \n\nFirst to arrive on her camera was the right-wingers, those of the Le Pen preference. They had assembled in a protest line all the way from the Gare du North and Gare de l’Est down to the Monument to the Republic, filling the Boulevard de Magenta as they assembled. By 11, they had begun marching and shouting their own slogans right at the city. “For the return of law and order, here now and forever” was one shout from amongst the crowd, joined by another of “Let the true French decide the fate of the French”, the pair of shouts deriving from an earlier incident in Marseille just over a month ago. 20 had died, 63 were injured seriously, and the media had all gone onto blame whichever group they wished did it, whether it be the Roma or Palestinians or Syrians or Libyans, no matter the official police line that it was likely the CGC of Corsican nationalists. “That is a force!” was what Adriana mouthed when she climbed on a car, to get a better view. The owners inside, mildly miffed at the requisition of their car for filming purposes, could do nothing. The streets were very much packed, quite frankly. \n\nDesscau’s second area to visit was further westwards, towards the Avenue d’Iena, leading southwards from the Arc du Triomphe, and that was for the French Insurmountable, the faction of Melenchon. Here, the chants were more vocal, and more local too, for the city of Paris was one of the hotspots for the left-wingers of France - saying left-wing would be putting it too broadly, for these desired revolution to end their struggles. “One more chance comes only with one more Republic” were the words of choice for the mass, who had already started streaming and filing out into the smaller streets  surrounding the main body, calling for more and more to join. Here was the beginning of the situation Paris-wide, for the many in the riotous group took to vandalism, staining the road was graffiti of their many regional symbols, for the new Sixth Republic would promote greater regional autonomy. There was also the chants of “You know he knows the way”, and Melenchon, right within the crowd, was pointed to by every raised finger on the avenue. Desscau could only interview a few, before the atmosphere turned, and her accent - one matching her origin of Flanders - started sounding hostile to the few now surrounding her. It was time to move on.\n\nBy the time that Adriana Desscau reached the third staging area for the protests - the Quai d’Orsay - what had been a victorious and determinant mood within Paris had been augmented by a feeling of brazenity. The Gendarmerie had not yet arrived, had not yet used their underhanded tactics, and by the time that Desscau left the Insurmountables at 13:15, the crowds were turning against the peace. Never was this more evident by the Seine, where it was now startlingly clear with the new ‘Regardons Pas En Arrière’, or R-PEA, fronted by Darmanin and Bardella. This was a group with clearly not the size of the other two groups, which had themselves moved towards the Seine. Each was held on the north bank, the opposite bank to the R-PEA, and yet, the R-PEA were already just too agitated. When the police did arrive at 13:55, the makings of chaos had been manifesting themselves towards a sort of siege mentality. The Gendarmerie coming in from the south only cemented that idea. \n\nImmediately, Desscau felt her life to be in grave danger, and so moved back rapidly, trying to flee from what she saw developing. Protesters on the outside started attacking the police guarding the barriers, trying to get the R-PEAers to disperse. It was a learned tactic that had worked so far in 2025 and 2026 - a clear effect of a more sensible Minister of the Interior - but that was against more disorganised general-protest groups. Here was R-PEA, a group far more political, and far more audacious. People surged backwards, into others, into others, into others, into others, cascading over and over backwards towards the river line. The wharf ran straight and true along the shore, and was a straight drop. Straight into that drop started falling people, in ones and twos, as the crowd pulled back. Desscau could only film and watch, the courageous already helping the less-abled, and the way was at least mostly saved for R-PEA, as well as the Gendarmerie. Nobody had died, thankfully. Only a few “We see what you see” and “I feel that dagger too” proclamations were made through the crowd, before they naturally dispersed. The Seine was still not clean enough for most to risk a dip. \n\n***\n\nThe day had closed in on Adriana Desscau, and her position usually towards the sides of each group had almost been detrimental. Still, life had gone on, and the images shown were nothing short of fantastic. 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