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Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, Op. 18

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Ilsa tries to make sense of the world, after being welcomed back into the fold.

or: how the IMF learned (to varying degrees) to trust Ilsa.

Title from Sergei Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, Op. 18. I’m particularly fond of Movement II: Adagio sostenuto. Often considered one of the most popular piano concertos of all time, it was used as the score to the 1945 film Brief Encounter, and parts of it inspired Lorne Balfe’s score of Mission: Impossible — Dead Reckoning, Part One.

After two years at Lane’s side, Ilsa knows she should feel at ease in London. It is her city, her sanctuary; Lane, like her, was MI-6. He didn’t like coming back to London any more than she did, too aware of C’s eyes on him whenever his feet touched British soil.

Ethan Hunt and his IMF team have effectively freed her. Atlee confessed to setting her up; her government has taken her back. She is reinstated, avowed, welcomed back into the fold.

And yet.

She feels eyes on her everywhere she goes. It is hard for her fellow agents to trust the woman they have not seen in months, years. Some of them—the new ones, fresh-faced Oxbridge grads seduced into espionage by the false belief they could be the next Ian Fleming—do not know her as anything but a ghost story. Some of them—the older ones, her former fellow agents, already on edge and inherently distrusting, given that they are the ones who survived where their compatriots did not—still believe the story Atlee fed them: that she is a traitor to her government, her queen, her country, and she has duped them all into believing she is not, a triple agent waiting to strike.

It’s hard to let go of old habits when everyone acts as if nothing’s changed.

London is her city, it is her base. So why does it feel like she hasn’t come in from the cold until she feels familiar eyes watching her and turns to see a flash of green and a muted grin, a hooded figure that looks too much like Ethan Hunt—

And winks at her, staring her dead in the eyes, and before she can blink, her phone is buzzing with a text she knows will be from an unlisted American number with new mission parameters and he’s gone again—

Why does it feel like coming home?

///

Ethan believes her outright.

It’s the rest of them that take time to come around.

Despite the fact that he’s survived nearly three decades in their line of work, Ethan is still an optimist at heart and believes the best of people.

(“You know, he once asked me if I remembered being sweet,” Luther tells her when they’re on a sleeper train. Benji is knocked out in the bunk above her, happily snoring away. “If I could remember that far back. Ethan thinks he’s jaded, but he’s the best of all of us.”

As if I need you to tell me that, she wants to say.

“I know,” she replies instead.)

It should be Benji who opens up to her first—he’s the newest field agent of them, the easiest to dupe, the least experienced. Not to mention their shared country, even if Benji foreswore any allegiance to Her Maj when he took that IMF job.

Then again, she did stun him with a defibrillator. And shoot at him.

Brandt, she knows, will trust her when hell freezes over. Luther loves his gossip, and he coughs it up easily that Brandt was a part of the operation Ethan used to go undercover in Serbia that involved the murder of no less than seven people—and Brandt was the unwitting fool whose visceral reaction was used to sell the fact that Ethan really had gone rogue.

He’s as likely to forgive her for playing the double agent as he is to sprout wings tomorrow and start to fly.

No, it is Luther who comes around next; he too know what it is like to be disavowed by your government. There is no announcement, no balloon. One day, Luther goes from holding her at arms’ length to sharing knowing looks with her over Moroccan tea while Benji and Brandt snipe at each other.

Benji may have fooled Hunley’s polygraph for months, but she’s much better than a polygraph, and Benji’s not trying to hide as much anymore now that the IMF has been reinstated.

He openly adores Ethan, and who can blame him? They’re all here because of Ethan. Ethan is the sun they all revolve around, his gravity pulling them in closer and closer until he’s all that they can see.

It grates on Benji, that Ethan likes her and he can barely stand to be in the same room as her alone. He questions himself and his judgment of her.

But Ethan, endlessly kind and much more observant than she thinks others give him credit for, knows.

She’s not stupid. She knows that part of the reason he treats her the way he does—smiling, body relaxed, posture open—is to show the team, his team, that she is one of them. They can bring her into the fold. He is giving her his own seal of approval the best way he can.

They’re in Manila, backing up another IMF team, when it comes to a head.

Ethan is out doing what Ethan does best, which is to say, running down an agent like an idiot chicken with his head cut off, causing thousands of dollars in property damage as he does, and so it’s just Ilsa and Benji waiting for him at the extraction point.

Benji’s shoulders are hunched towards his ears as he guides Ethan through the winding market streets. A chill runs down her spine, and Ilsa puts her hand in between Benji’s shoulder blades and shoves down, just as a hail of bullets rains through the walls. She puts her body over Benji’s; she can barely hear him yelling directions at Ethan, the automatic rifles pounding through her ears.

She grabs her pistol and waits for a moment, but before she can return fire, a bomb goes off and Benji sighs.

“That’ll be Luther and Brandt. C’mon, we should get going before they come back.” Ilsa lets him help her up.

“Thank you,” Benji says.

“For what?”

“Saving me. I guess Ethan was right.”

She raises an eyebrow, and Benji huffs a laugh as he runs down the stairs to the idling van where Luther and Brandt wait for them.

“I can trust you with my life. Sorry it took so long.”

He slides the door open for her, ever the gentleman.

“I can’t say I blame you,” she says with a wry smile. “But I’m happy you’ve realized that. The feeling is entirely mutual.”

“What’re you yapping about? We’ve got places to go!” Brandt yips from the passenger seat.

“Oh, nothing,” Benji says as he slams the door shut behind him. “Just how I’ve finally confessed my undying love for Ilsa, and we’re going to elope in Vegas the second you turn your backs.”

Ilsa grins, toothy and bright, as Luther hits the gas and they all go flying down the road.

///

Benji is playing barista in the lobby while Ethan tries to break into the building from the roof. It’s been a whirlwind of activity since MI-6 officially “loaned” Ilsa to the IMF. In theory, she still owes her allegiance to Queen Elizabeth and Great Britannia; in practice, Ilsa has made a bubble for herself with Ethan’s merry band of men.

She sits shotgun in the utility van they’ve coopted as their mobile base. Brandt is behind the wheel. He’ll let anyone drive but her.

Ilsa turns off her radio and cuts him off before he can work himself up. “I know you don’t like me,” she says bluntly. “I don’t need you to like me. I don’t care, frankly, if you do. But I do need you to trust me, however little that may be.”

Brandt’s jaw clenches.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he starts. “You’re too good of an agent. To go undercover for two years, limited check-ins, almost no handling…. It’s hard. You sold it to Lane. You sold it to your country. How am I ever supposed to know if what you’re telling me isn’t a lie?”

“You were an analyst,” she says. “Analyze me.”

“That’s not my job on this team,” he grits out. “I don’t get to judge.”

“You’re right, it’s not.”

It’s Ethan’s, goes unsaid between them.

“But you do it anyway,” she states.

His grip tightens on the wheel. For a spy, he’s doing a terrible job of masking his emotions. Then again, he has no reason to hide the fact that she makes him uncomfortable.

“I keep it to myself,” he mutters.

“You don’t have to. I thought that was the whole point of Ethan’s team. Being open with each other. It’s unnerving, I understand. I’m British, the stiff upper lip comes much more naturally. And in our line of work, trust can get you killed.”

Brandt turns to look at her finally, fully engaging in the game of wits they’re playing.

“Lane trusted you.” Ilsa scoffs. “Lane didn’t trust me. He needed my skillset and my access. ”

“Ethan trusts you.”

“Ethan Hunt is a good man. I would never do him harm willingly.”

“And unwillingly?” Brandt asks.

She shifts in her seat, redistributing her weight. She’s starting to lose feeling in her legs. They never do tell you how much of espionage is hurrying up to wait for hours on end.

“There are casualties. But I do not intend for Ethan to ever be one of mine.”

Brandt tilts his head back ever so slightly.

Approval.

“You can’t protect him forever, you know,” Ilsa tells him. “It’s not your job to keep Ethan safe. Ethan is more than capable of doing that himself.

“I let him down once before.”

“And you think he holds that against you? From what I’ve heard, he couldn’t care less about that. You played your part perfectly,” she says.

Ilsa quirks an eyebrow. “Unless… You’re still angry that he played you?”

Brandt looks away. Bullseye.

She wants to laugh, but it would be cruel. “We’re all pawns in the game, Brandt. We use each other and burn each other and leave and do it all again the next day. If you can’t handle that, then why are you still here? It’s messy out here in the field. Go back to your desk, be an analyst again. Do good work from there. ”

“Because I believe,” Brandt says. He reaches over and turns her comms back on, and that ends the conversation.

She understands. It’s as good as she’ll ever get from Brandt. Even the most cynical of agents would fall victim to it, Ilsa thinks to herself.

Ethan Hunt is a force of nature. It’s hard to go back to real life, once you’ve had a taste of him.

///

“I thought you were bad news,” Luther offers. They’re in Miami, fresh off of a flight from the middle of nowhere after thirty-six hours of running down the newest threat to global security. Ethan handed them all hotel room keys and told them to shower, sleep, and eat. Ilsa fell face-first into bed and slept until sundown.

After a shower and a selection of the best street food Little Havana had to offer, she and Luther returned to the hotel bar. They’re sipping daiquiris, watching the night life explode around them.

“I know,” she laughs.

“You remind me of a woman I used to know,” he says. “She was brilliant and smart, and Ethan loved her.”

“He’s too kind for the likes of us,” Ilsa replies.

“I didn’t like you. I didn’t want to. I’ve watched Ethan go down this road before. The last time I had to pull him out of it, I ended up scuba diving in the San Francisco Bay to retrieve an unexploded nuclear ordnance that nearly ended life as we know it.”

Ilsa sips at her daiquiri; the rum is making her cheeks flush. Benji told her this story on one of the long flights they took, crossing from one corner of the world to the next. She knows how it ends.

“I’m flattered that you think that, Luther, but—”

“I’ve known Ethan longer than anyone. Don’t tell me that I’m wrong. I’m not. Ethan doesn’t let people in like he used to. I knew him when we were fresh-faced kids who didn’t know a goddamn thing. So when I tell you that Ethan has kept you here for a reason, I am telling the absolute truth.”

“Of course he needs me,” Ilsa says. “Otherwise you’d only have Brandt left to help keep him and Benji out of trouble, and where would that leave us?” she jokes, smiling easily with the alcohol in her system.

But Luther is stoic. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.”

“Don’t hurt him,” he says. It’s not an order, more of a request—an entreaty.

“I don’t mean to.”

“And that’s why you will, eventually.”

Ilsa watches the boats on the water, bobbing through the tides. The sails stand out bright against the inky darkness of the night.

“You all love him so much,” Ilsa says. “He can take care of himself.”

“He can,” Luther agrees. “But we care about him enough that he doesn’t have to do it himself.”

///

In her line of work, there is no such thing as personal space. Close quarters are simply an occupational hazard.

Why she’s ended up in the trunk of the getaway car, pressed on top of Ethan as they brace themselves against the walls with every wild turn that Brandt takes, she could not explain.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asks. “I’m not squishing you, am I?”

“Ethan, I’m on top of you. I should be the one asking that question.”

“But I’d never tell if you were,” he says with a toothy grin. “I was married once. I know better than to say anything.”

In the space between breaths, he becomes solemn again. He’s probably seeing his wife’s face.

“Is she safe?” Ilsa asks.

“As safe as she can be, after being married to me,” Ethan answers.

“Not as safe as you’d like her, then.”

He smiles sadly. “If I had my way, I’d know where she was, locked away in a part of my brain that no one else could get to. Just for my own peace of mind, to know that she’s happy and alive. Thriving. That’s all I wanted for her.”

“But you can’t.”

“But I can’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” “Still,” she says. “I’m sorry. Our lives are not easy. But there are people who love you.”

“The best people in the world,” Ethan agrees.

“Doesn’t it ever grate on you? How they hover?”

He shakes his head. “No.” He stares at her. Even in the dark, his eyes are bright. “I understand why they do it. They mean the best, in their own ways.”

Brandt hits a curb, and Ethan’s arms circle her waist, pulling her to his chest to keep her from hitting the top of the trunk.

“Thank you,” she tells him.

She means it.

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cypher?

So much of how I see him is just to do with his role in Valorant. That, and his relationships with other people. I haven't ever really thought about him as who he is, as sad as that is. I think writing When Will My Blood Turn to Ichor was the only point where I thought about him past his job, and even then, he was very much tied to his work or his relationships with other people. I guess that and chess lol

Idk those are my overall thoughts about him. If anyone has characters they would like me to do this for, feel free to send in an ask! Hope you enjoy :))

5 things they usually see:

Screens. So many of them too. Whether it's a security feed, his own phone, a laptop screen, his actual eyes (which I see as a screen or some sort of display - I mean... they look like fly eyes up close)

Checkered, wooden squares of a chessboard and the finely kept pieces that get placed on the board.

Blueprints, pictures, and the notes he makes for himself. (Physical is best sometimes when it comes to secrets and the not so secret like his little to do list Brimstone assigns him)

Fluorescent lights above his head as he does all his monitoring. This includes the cold wash of light they give everything around him.

Kingdom logos. They're hard to avoid when they're on every window, building, and even the weapons they use. And each time he sees the 'K', he's reminded of how his home is being torn apart for some radianite.

4 things they usually feel:

The steady motion of his tripwire as he spins one around his fingers as he's lost in thought.

The sleek feel of his Ghost. Sometimes it's in his hand, but oftentimes, it's along his chest, easily reached yet out of sight.

The slight resistance of his keyboard as he flies through the web. His typing speed is particularly useful when it comes to the paperwork that comes with his position.

The warm noon heat of a Moroccan sun. Depending on the time of year or where exactly he is, this is sometimes accompanied by the rising humidity of moisture meeting the same temperatures.

3 things they usually hear:

The faint humming of machinery all around him at all hours of the day. Whether it's the clicking of his suit, the clacking of his keyboard, or the buzz of a security feed, he's constantly reminded of what he surrounds himself with.

The voices of all the agents around the base. After all, it is his job to keep track of them. More than once, he's heard something he wishes he didn't (things that are terrifying, disgusting, and embarrassing)

The high pitched laughter of a child. When he desperately looks around for the source, he realizes it was all just a dream. One he still needs to work to attain. (and if he gets there, will it be in time or will he have sacrificed so much that he loses his chance at fulfilling the dream, so by doing his job to secure the future, he ends it?)

2 things they usually smell:

Stale air that hangs around in his office like a slow alarm reminding him that there is life outside his walls and door.

Sweet jasmine candles that he'll light when he's in his room (on the rare occasions he sleeps there). A small reminder of his home. Sometimes, when he smells it in combination with something else, often random and unpredictable, it unlocks memories. Of Nora holding his hand as they walk a long a dim street, of street vendors who shout out to those who pass by, of a room in which he saw someone... Blood was never really meant to smell that sweet.

1 thing they usually taste:

A good green tea with mint, freshly brewed, or just prepared. The sharpness along with the general earthiness of the drink grounds him to what is at stake: his home, and by extension, his family. Refreshing :))

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A SYNOPSIS:

If you want to experience the best hookah, go to Whitemistcafe, which is the most well-known hookah lounge in town. Our skilled staff will make sure that your smoking experience is comfortable and peaceful with our hookahs crafted from the finest materials. We always keep our hookahs clean and well-maintained in addition to providing a broad variety of tobacco flavors. Whether you are a novice or a seasoned hookah smoker, we promise you'll enjoy your experience at the Hookah House.

We provide a wide range of hookah tastes in addition to a complete bar and a comprehensive hookah selection. After a hard day, our welcoming staff will make you feel right at home, and our laid-back ambiance is ideal for relaxing. Allow us to provide you the best hookah experience in town! There's no place like home, so they say. It's acceptable to occasionally wish to escape from everything. When that occurs, there is nowhere better to be than outside.

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At this point, a hookah cafe is hardly a fascinating or unusual oddity. Nowadays, you can find bistros with hookahs installed in every major city; some of them even welcome non-smokers. The bistro and parlor open, allowing you to enjoy your meal, take in the surroundings, and spend as much time as needed smoking those excellent hookah pipes while grilling those shish kebabs. This is the place to unwind after a stressful day or to find a quick escape from reality. It's also great for gathering people for parties; whether you want to have drinks with friends or just meet new people from your organisation, this area is adaptable to any situation. You can choose from a variety of tastes at Hookah Cafe Bangalore to enhance your fantastic shisha experience. They provide all of the well-known sheesha brands, including Al Fakher, Star buzz, and a few others. Additionally, you can indulge in a variety of drinks and foods, including a selection of snacks and finger foods.

Being in nature helps your body and mind to reset. There is something appealing to me about the broad spaces and the clean air. No matter what kind of nature you prefer, spending time there can be very healthy for you. Go outside to enjoy nature when you need to disconnect. There is no cause for regret.

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A hookah lounge is a good place to spend some time with friends. It's a terrific location to unwind because of the soothing smoke and the tranquil environment. You can socialism and sample new tobacco flavors in the hookah lounge. In recent years, hookah bars and cafes have become more and more well-liked, particularly among young folks. In a casual, social setting, you can enjoy the hookah pipes and coffee or tea. The decor and ambiance of hookah bars and cafes are frequently inspired by Moroccan or Middle Eastern designs. Customers can typically mix and match tobacco flavors and tobacco mixtures.There are numerous cafes and hookah bars that provide light fare including coffee, tea, and pastries. For people who want to learn how to smoke a hookah pipe, certain places also provide hookah smoking classes.

The tension of a long day of hard labor is real. After a hard day of work, the Hookah Lounge at White Mist Cafe Indiranagar is the perfect spot to unwind. A wonderful way to celebrate is by sharing shisha at Hookah Lounge with close friends and family. Diners can use the service to pay at restaurants without using cash and have the opportunity to receive rewards. It is designed with the true food aficionado in mind. An exhausting day at work can be stressful. After a long day of work, WhiteMist Cafe and Hookah Cafe in Hebbal are the ideal places to unwind. An enjoyable way to spend a night out with friends and family is to smoke shisha at the Hookah Lounge. bringing the city's top specials and discounts to diners.

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Valentino The Narratives

Leila Slimani

People often ask me why I write. Why do I devote my life to this strange profession that consists of sitting for hours and days on end in front of a blank page? Gabriel García Marquez, when asked, would laugh and say: "I write so that people will love me more. But the great Gabo was facetious and you shouldn't believe what he says. In reality, you can't write to be loved. One writes to tell the truth; truths so raw, so harsh, that they sometimes displease. Once you are at your desk, pen in hand, you are no longer lying or afraid. You are free to say whatever you want, free to reveal your bad thoughts, to be rude, insolent, unkind. Yes, I think I started writing, really writing, the day I gave up on being loved and understood. It is not the love of others that I seek through my books, it is not the affection of the crowd. No, what I want is to ask questions, to raise stones, to break silences.  When I left social networks, people asked me if it was because of the hate messages I received. And I said: "no, it's the opposite". It was because of the love that I left. Because of the hearts, the likes, the applause. I don't want to be liked. It's in total contradiction with my life and my work as a writer. I don't want to seek assent, to be consensual, to please everyone, to live in fear of one word too many, of bad buzz... This Leïla who existed on Instagram I had to kill her like Virginia Woolf says she killed the angel of the house. I had to eliminate this kind and wise Leïla who was so afraid of not being loved. And I tell you, you have to resist. To be a free woman, to fulfil your destiny, you have to fight against this angel who encourages you to always want to please, to be kind and conciliatory, to experience disappointment as a terrible failure. Yes, we are not always loved, but we are ourselves and we are free. I don't want to please the crowd and I stay away from them. Nothing frightens me more than the crowd.  For love, no, that's something else. And there is, of course, something to do with love in writing. I write to talk about those I loved, to bring them back to life, to resurrect my ghosts. I write because I believe that every being is a mystery, an island whose shores you can land on but which you can never fully know. To love is to recognise this, to be fascinated by the beauty and depth of the other person's secret. Of course, I believe in love at first sight, in passion, but that's not what interests me. No, I look at love as a chemist and I remain amazed at the extraordinary reactions that love provokes between two people. Love is patience. It is a block of metal that is certainly not gold or silver, but which resists everything. To little secrets and betrayals, to what is not said and to everyday life. Time passes and erodes the metal and in the end there is only a block, sublime and indestructible. Love is silence. It does not seek to alter the other, to possess it, to empty it of its secrets. We all die unknown, but if we have loved, if we have devoted our heart to another, even for a moment, our life has counted. It is not my books that will bear witness for me when I am gone. It is those, a few, who have loved me. They will lower their eyes, they may say nothing, and a glint of metal will shine in their eyes. 

REF: https://www.valentino.com/en-us/experience/the-narratives/leila-slimani

Leïla Slimani

Leïla Slimani (born 3 October 1981 in Rabat) is a Franco-Moroccan writer and journalist. She is also a French diplomat in her capacity as the personal representative of the French president Emmanuel Macron. In 2014, she published her first novel. Dans le jardin de l'ogre, published in English as Adèle, tells the story of a woman who loses control of her life due to her sexual addiction. In 2016 she was awarded the Prix Goncourt for her novel Chanson douce. In 2020, she published the first part of a familial trilogy, Le pays des autres translated in English as In the country of others.Leïla Slimani is also an advocate for women's right and LGBTQ rights and she fights for sexual rights in her country, Morocco. She created with Sonia Terrab the movement Moroccans outlaws and was awarded with the Simone de Beauvoir prize. Her book Sexe et Mensonges: La Vie Sexuelle au Maroc ("Sex and Lies: Sex Life in Morocco") compiles the accounts of many women she had interviewed while on a book tour throughout Morocco

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Today's Episode #1371 of 🎨#JamieRoxx’s Pop Roxx Radio 🎙️#TalkShow and 🎧#Podcast w/ Featured Guest:

MelodyFederer

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Melody Federer’s music is at once enigmatic and candidly charming. Texas-born with a nomadic soul, she honed her craft in New York, Paris, Los Angeles, Nashville, Seattle, and back to Nashville where she continues to gain recognition as an up-and-coming talent in the world of Indie, Pop and Alt music. With her new single, "Falling Out,” Federer examines how easy it is to fall in love and how difficult it is to fall out of it.

A noted solo artist as well as an accomplished writer for various musicians, her style is genre agnostic, and her stage presence effortlessly versatile. She can capture a room with just her voice and guitar or with a full band, and she holds her own standing in as a guest with legends of the industry.

Her talent has taken her around the globe to historic venues and buzzing clubs, having performed at the Musee D’ Orsay in Paris, Paris Fashion Week, The Royal Hall in London, New York City’s Harvard Club and Zinc Club, The Basement in Nashville, and The Moroccan Lounge and The Saban in Los Angeles. She’s played numerous other shows and festivals in major North American and European cities, and a large portion of her solo tracks have been and are currently being featured on multiple SiriusXM channels as well as tastemaker terrestrial radio stations like WXPN and KUCI.

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VISIT THESE 10 INTERNATIONAL DESTINATIONS

Traveling internationally is wonderful, but narrowing down your trip possibilities can be overwhelming. There are so many wonderful destinations to visit around the world. That’s why we compiled a list of some of the top foreign travel destinations. Whether it’s food, climate, art, history, or the overall culture of the area, each site on the list offers something special.

1.Costa Rica  

Costa Rica is a popular tourism destination for both Canadians and international visitors. The country’s small size makes it ideal for vacationers looking for a relaxing vacation with plenty of surrounding action. Locals take good care of the land, and tourists respect it, so visitors can fully appreciate the tropical trees and trekking options in an area that feels nearly undisturbed by man. There are many of outdoor activities to choose from, and visitors frequently spend their time hiking, zip-lining, exploring volcanoes, viewing wild animals, and taking in the scenery

2.London, England With good reason, London, and England in general, is one of the most popular travel destinations. London is full of gorgeous architecture, historical walking tours, theatre experiences, an iconic town square, and even the royal palace, making it ideal for people who wish to spend their trip appreciating English culture and learning about the country’s rich past. Travelers can spend their days strolling around the bustling streets and taking in the sights, or exploring the quaint, peaceful districts that make this region of England so appealing.

3.Rome, Italy

When visitors reach Rome, Italy, they will discover everything they are seeking for, including wonderful food, friendly locals, art, history, and a romantic environment. Tourists can visit some of the world’s most famous historical landmarks, such as the Pantheon and the Colosseum, by travelling here. Rome is both lively and easygoing for those searching for a pleasant vacation, owing to the people and visitors who appreciate social gatherings, breaking bread together, and relaxing over good wine and delicious food. Whether you want to wander old streets, eat a late-night lunch, or spend a lazy hour or two in a unique and lovely coffee shop, there’s plenty to do in this buzzing city at all hours.

4.Morocco

Morocco, on Africa’s coast, is a one-of-a-kind holiday destination with something for everyone. The vast country features snowy mountaintops, vast deserts, sandy beaches, and a bustling capital city that are all remarkably distinct from one another. The scenery, size, and variety of things to see make this an ideal location for a longer vacation. If visitors wish to explore how diversified this place is throughout their visit, they can take a train from one location to the next.  Moroccan cities are vibrant and full of one-of-a-kind stores selling handcrafted goods, and travellers who prefer immersing themselves in another culture will appreciate how people are always eager to strike up a discussion and offer advise on what to do….

5.Paris, France

Paris, France, will appeal to travellers looking for a romantic and lovely destination. The Eiffel Tower, cute street cafes, exquisite restaurants, and romantic ambience make this the ideal destination for anyone searching for a romantic getaway. Of course, the city has a long and illustrious past. To really understand Paris and everything it has to offer, take in the old buildings, prominent art museums, or even the underground catacombs. 6.Bermuda Bermuda offers sunlight and tranquilly to those looking for a tropical Caribbean escape. The stunning beaches here feature clear, turquoise water that you can see all the way to the bottom, and you’ll almost certainly encounter some colourful tropical fish while swimming! This visually exciting country will leave visitors in wonder, with pink sand beaches, pastel-painted houses, and no shortage of local art.

7.Amsterdam, The Netherlands

Amsterdam is a very famous tourist destination in the Netherlands. Take in the sights along the canal, which include stunning old architecture and unique businesses. Amsterdam is ideal for travellers looking for a lively nightlife, with plenty of tasty restaurants, outside live music, and plenty of places to let free and get a drink, including the country’s famous craft brews! Enjoy art museums, quirky and narrow residential streets, and plenty of local shopping during the day.

8.Thailand

Travelers from Canada who want to explore a country with a diverse culture can appreciate a stay in thailand. The lovely Asian country is ideal for foodies who wish to sample the native cuisine in its purest form. If you want to learn more about the country’s deep spiritual practises, this is an excellent place to go. There are several temples and locations to stay that provide meditation, yoga, and healing activities for those who want to unwind, achieve inner peace, and reset their lives while on vacation.

9.Madrid, Spain

Madrid, Spain, is a vibrant city that attracts visitors who like art, wine, food, and a lively yet relaxed ambiance. The gorgeous museums in Madrid could keep visitors occupied for days, thanks to their rich history and reputation for regal, world-famous art. After a day of admiring excellent art, treat yourself to a fine dining experience in the city. Foodies will enjoy their nights of superb cuisine, wine, and conversation in the city, which offers a range of exquisite and modest eateries.

10.Maldives

Maldives is located on the pristinely lovely island of Ookolhufinolhu in the Lhaviyani Atoll and features an outdoor pool, a year-round outdoor pool, and a barbeque. The resort features a private beach area and water sports amenities, as well as a restaurant where guests can dine. Daniele Lago, chairman and designer of Lago, designed the property.

Green vegetation surrounds all of the rooms, which is visible via the glass barriers that link to the open-air bathrooms, creating a sense of connection with nature in a cold contrast to the turquoise sea.

Community Table, located in the restaurant area, was created for private parties that included cultural sharing and interaction, enhancing the overall value of the experience.

The Lago Talking Furniture concept uses a wired chip in the furniture to connect to each guest’s smartphone device, allowing them to interact directly with the resort, learn about themed evenings, and even post photographs and reviews of their experience.

Any of these top ten international travel spots would make for a stunning holiday that would be difficult to forget. So go ahead and start making plans for your trip! Did we leave any of your favorite vacation spots off the list? Let us know about it in the comments section below! Visit our website at---- www.mytripbookers.ca Call us---- 1-604-484-8984

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Nora Fatehi’s desi Lavani dance in green thigh-high slit skirt sets the stage on fire- Watch | Buzz News

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Emmanuel Macron’s Charm Offensive

A profile of France’s president who is respected but unloved

— March 3rd 2022 (Updated March 15th 2022) | The Economist | By Sophie Pedder

The president of France is squashed hip to hip with local officials on a low sofa upholstered in a Moroccan-style motif. Before him, on a small table, is a platter of pâtisseries. The airless room is filled with riotous chatter. A woman fans herself in the corner. “Shhhhh! A bit of quiet!” calls an organiser. “Let him speak!” The buzz doesn’t stop.

Emmanuel Macron has come to a housing estate in the crime-troubled northern suburbs of Marseille to speak to community workers. “Merci beaucoup, merci,” he begins, edging forward on his cushion. But the brouhaha continues. An appeal goes out again: “Shhhh, allez, let the president speak!”

For a few boisterous moments, presidential protocol is suspended. Vertical authority, the organising principle of the Fifth Republic, collapses, and a president who officiates in a palace is just another visitor to a run-down community centre. “Our young people are suffering,” a mother tells him, “teachers aren’t replaced, there’s a lack of infrastructure, no heating in the winter.”

The president listens to the litany of grievances for over an hour. Or perhaps he is rehearsing in his head the speech he will give later that day to local policemen. His focus betrays no distraction: not once does his gaze slip to his phone or watch. Meanwhile, local residents bombard him. “There’s no point coming here with a plan drawn up in an aeroplane,” Amine Kessaci, a lycée pupil, says to the president. The school student set up a local youth group after his brother, Brahim, was shot dead in 2020 in a turf war between gangs. “We really want to be respected,” he says. “We want a voice. We want to be told: we won’t treat you as illiterate, as second-rate citizens.”

“How old are you?” asks Macron quietly.

“Seventeen.”

The women clap. The president nods, in silence.

For three days last September I followed Macron on his trip to Marseille, the longest visit he had made as president to any city. In picking the Mediterranean port – known for poverty, crime and among the highest murder rates in France – he seemed to be on a defiant charm offensive in hostile territory. Macron had not yet formally declared his intention to run for a second term as president in this April’s election. Nor was it clear who his chief opponents would be. But as the trip unfolded it felt like the informal launch of a presidential campaign.

The tower blocks were scrubbed clean in advance of Macron’s arrival and the stops packed in as if running through the points in a manifesto: a primary school, a hospital, a police station, a community centre. There was Europe, in the shape of a four-hour tête-à-tête with Mario Draghi, the Italian prime minister, at Le Petit Nice, a three-Michelin-star restaurant on the seafront. And there was saving the planet too, with a Mediterranean outing on an overcast morning to the protected reserve of les Calanques, aboard a lurching boat belonging to an environmental ngo.

Macron came from nowhere, belongs to no party system and defies ideological labels

In 2017 Macron stunned the nation when, aged 39, he seized the highest office, crushing France’s post-war parties only a year after setting up his own, now called La République En Marche. His term has been turbulent by any standards, buffeted both by external forces – the pandemic and Russia’s invasion of Ukraine among others – as well as domestic turmoil in the form of terror attacks, the longest French strike since May 1968 and the gilets jaunes (yellow jackets) protests. When he was elected, Macron’s appeal was partly about the freshness of his personality, untainted by decades of political hackery, and the challenge he presented to the old order. How has power changed the young pretender?

Like any president of the highly centralised Fifth Republic, for nearly five years Macron has been the obsessive focus of national debate on the airwaves, streets and in the salons of France. Yet even today he remains a mystery: a leader who came from nowhere, belongs to no party system, defies ideological labels and is strangely rootless. Though he campaigned in 2017 as an outsider, in office his breezy self-assurance and aloof manner have made him hard to warm to – or for others to feel that he relates to them. Even when he appears to do so, as Amine Kessaci told me after their conversation in the cramped Marseille community hall, the encounter often leaves his audience confused.

With the next presidential election just weeks away, that disconnect matters more than ever. The haughty, over-educated technocrat is a product of the country’s elite institutions. His iron-clad self-belief borders on arrogance and his detachment from ordinary people verges on indifference. In a poll, 61% think he is “authoritarian” and only 26% “close to people’s concerns”. Five years ago Macron defeated the populist right and held the liberal centre, promising a new era of post-partisan politics. On his watch, France has become more entrepreneurial, business-friendly, assertively European, greener and in some ways more open. But it is also more polarised, a society that frets over not only its detached elite but also its national identity, the impact of immigration and the place of Islam in a secular republic.

Two forceful populist candidates on the hard right, Marine Le Pen and Eric Zemmour, are eyeing the presidency – and it is they who are largely framing the debate around identity politics. Even the centre-right nominee, Valérie Pécresse, is nodding in their direction on cultural values. No president has won a second term in France for 20 years. Macron may manage this feat – but even if he wins at the polls, the populists’ outsized influence on the national conversation, combined with Macron’s lack of a popular touch, means he may yet lose control of the mood. At some level, he knows this. Before heading to Marseille he spoke of a “possible reinvention” of the city. As we leave the meeting at the housing estate, I begin to wonder whether the president was really talking about himself.

Marseille is unlike any other city in France: facing the Mediterranean, it is a crossroads of cultures and tongues, an often paradoxical assemblage of kebab joints and haute cuisine, modern art and gang warfare, crushed between sea and mountain and washed through with blanched light. Over the decades, Algerians, Moroccans, Tunisians and former French settlers from north Africa stepped off the boat there and made it their home. Today, over a quarter of the population is thought to be Muslim. The French call it populaire, a working town, which worships football, defies rules and distrusts Paris. Parisians, in turn, tend to deride the Marseillais.

Aides and diplomats live with last-minute presidential policy decisions and rewrites

Louis XIV built two forts at the entrance to the port in the 1660s to keep an eye on the rebellious city. Today, Marseille is run by Socialists but sits at the heart of a historically right-wing region, where voters tend to be older and more opposed to immigration than the average. It is the only one in mainland France that, at the election in 2017, did not put Macron ahead of both the centre-right (François Fillon) and hard-right (Le Pen).

The region represents both a warning and a challenge to the president, and a brave launch-pad for a seduction campaign. It is a reminder of the powerful social dynamics at work in France – the stirring of anxiety, hate and conspiracy, the deep strain of reactionary nationalism – which threaten to outpace Macron if he cannot persuade people that he understands them.

On day one of the presidential visit, under a cobalt sky, Benoît Payan, the young Socialist mayor of Marseille, welcomes the president with a double fist bump as his motorcade pulls up to the 17th-century quayside mairie. In the harbour behind them, rows of small painted wooden fishing boats are moored to a pontoon. Late-season tourists queue to take the ferry boat, immortalised in Marcel Pagnol’s 1930s film “Marius”.

Macron’s visit bestows prestige, and shines a softer light on a city that more often grabs headlines for drug-running, gang warfare and strikes. The town hall is abuzz with talk about a long-awaited speech the president is to make the following day. After years of mismanagement, hopes are high that the central government is finally going to put money into the city to help fix schools and beat crime. But the new mayor doesn’t know anything about the contents of Macron’s speech. “I haven’t the faintest idea what he’s going to announce,” says Payan. “That may seem bizarre to you, it’s even more bizarre for me.”

The next evening, after a day spent visiting a primary school and then a covid ward at the main public hospital, the president unveiled his plans. He is standing across the water from the town hall in the gardens of the Palais du Pharo, which was built on a rocky outcrop by Napoleon III for his wife, Empress Eugénie. With the sublime sun-lit backdrop of the city and the Provençal hills behind him, the setting begged for something majestic: the conjuring of history, conquest, maritime trade, exile, lives lost and remade. Instead, primary-school children fidgeted in their seats in the garden as the president waded through a thicket of acronyms. “You have a problem with your municipal employees, and you have too many strikes,” the president scolded the city bigwigs whom he had, in principle, come to charm.

The speech came across as didactic and distant – the French have become used to both from this president. Beholden to no established political party, Macron runs the presidency, just as he managed the campaign. “He is solitary, he decides everything alone, by himself,” says Gérard Araud, Macron’s ambassador to Washington, dc, until 2019.

At the centre of this system is control – of policy, diplomacy, appointments, announcements. Such a machine can be efficient, particularly when implementing manifesto pledges that other presidents have found hard to impose: loosening the labour market, ending pension privileges for railway workers, cutting taxes, encouraging investment in everything from tech start-ups to early education. During the pandemic, alone and often against counsel, Macron took repeated risks. He re-opened schools two months in, and he introduced a covid pass despite being told it would prompt an anti-vax rebellion. France’s vaccination rate promptly rose above that of Germany and Britain.

Yet this hyper-centralised presidency can be a source of persistent frustration for aides and diplomats who live with last-minute presidential policy decisions and rewrites. Pascal Lamy, former head of the World Trade Organisation and close to Macron, who joined him on the boat in Marseille, notes that the president tore up a whole chunk of his speech to an environmental summit in the city after listening at sea to scientists explain the perils of microplastics and other threats to ocean biodiversity. “When people don’t do things exactly the way he wants, he ends up grumbling that he might as well do everything himself,” says one of his deputies. The president’s in-tray often piles up with matters awaiting his personal decision. He has also ruthlessly discarded those who are no longer useful to him. “Emmanuel knows how to get from each person whatever can be of service to him,” his father, a neurologist, once told Le Monde.

François Hollande earned the nickname “Flanby” after a caramel pudding

The urge to control extends even to his relationship to time: Macron likes to say grandly that he is “master of the clocks”, able to dictate the pace, to brake or accelerate as he sees fit. He certainly packs more into a day than most. Three days before arriving in Marseille he was in Iraq. Once, on the presidential plane on the way back from a short trip to China, I watched as aides took turns to go in and out of the presidential aircraft office for debriefs and planning meetings non-stop during the nine-hour flight. He didn’t once stop for a break.

Macron likes to depict himself as being somehow misaligned, or “desynchronised” with his own generation, as he once put it. Emmanuel Jean-Michel Frédéric Macron was born into a family of medics in the provincial town of Amiens in the flat agricultural plains of the Somme battlefields, on December 21st 1977. It was the year that Concorde took to the skies and the Centre Pompidou reinvented modernist architecture. The young Macron spent his spare time buried in books picked out for him by his grandmother, Germaine Noguès (known as Manette), a retired primary-school head whose apartment was round the corner from Macron’s family home.

He was clever, but flouted convention. As a teenager, Macron fell in love with his married drama teacher, Brigitte Auzière (née Trogneux), 24 years his senior. The Amiens bourgeoisie was so scandalised by this liaison that Macron was sent to Paris to finish his schooling. But he was not deterred from his prize: he married Brigitte, now the first lady, and took his first steps up the ladder, via the prestigious École Nationale d’Administration (ena), that ultimately took him to the heart of the French elite.

It wasn’t just in his personal life that Macron was precocious. He passed his baccalauréat at the age of 17, earned a master’s degree in philosophy while simultaneously studying at Sciences Po for ena, became a managing partner of Rothschild bank when he was 32, and president of France on his first attempt at winning electoral office.

At ease in the company of his elders, the “desynchronised” Macron may not have thought of himself as young, but he knew that others did. Just two months after his inauguration, the new president fired General Pierre de Villiers, chief of the defence staff, for criticising his defence cuts. He needed to show who was in charge, Macron told me at the time. He also needed to demonstrate his power: “Here was this young man, with little experience, who needed to make himself respected and assert his authority,” recalls Pierre Haski, a veteran French reporter. “The confluence of his personality, and the institutions of the Fifth Republic, created Jupiter.”

After five years it is easy to forget that Macron devised the Jupiterian presidency as a counterpoint to the “normal” presidency embodied by his Socialist predecessor, François Hollande, who earned the nickname “Flanby” after a brand of caramel pudding. Hollande, in turn, had intended to curb presidential showmanship after the “bling” presidency of Nicolas Sarkozy – instead, Hollande’s reign ended in mediocrity, dithering and stagnation. As Hollande’s minister, Macron concluded that the French yearned for a complete break – not just for a more competent government, but for quasi-monarchical rule.

When Macron stands up at the end of a meeting, he reaches down carefully to smooth his narrow trousers

Jupiter was born: an elevated figure – king of the gods – who would restore dignity through distance and respect through authority. Five years on, the reason residents on a housing estate in a run-down suburb of Marseille are so surprised by the approachable president they meet is that even today Macron’s iconography revolves around majesty and grandeur.

From the beginning, the amateur thespian embraced the classical theatre of the presidency, stepping with staged solemnity in the dark on election night across the courtyard of the Louvre to seize the presidency, later choreographing a knuckle-crunching handshake with Donald Trump. “He’s permanently performing,” says Haski. “You can see it in the way he looks around to see who’s watching, all the time.” Macron’s style is the anti-Boris Johnson. The British prime minister strides about, his suit ill-fitting and tie flapping, as if to mock formality and render amateurism sympathetic. When Macron stands up at the end of a meeting, he reaches down carefully to smooth out his narrow trousers.

The well-cut, crease-free suit, usually navy blue, is his uniform: he wears it to sea in Marseille, in the sand in the Sahel or in the sodden fields of la France profonde. “We told him loads of times, listen, you are heading to the Cantal, there’s mud, put some boots on,” recalls Sylvain Fort, who wrote speeches for him from 2017 to 2019. “What happens? No boots. His shoes finish the day completely destroyed.”

The French word for suit is costume, and this is his: a daily reminder that Macron is not like his people, and that embodying this difference seems to matter to this president. In his uniform, Macron exudes control and classical form, a mastery of both outfit and office.

On occasion, he drops the suit jacket, as he did in the Marseille community centre; even more rarely he slips on a roll-neck. But in the entire time I have reported on him over the past decade, I have only once talked to him when he was dressed informally – on a long-haul flight on the presidential plane, when he wore a zip-up hoodie and jeans while working on his dossiers. It was momentarily unsettling. Was he still the president without the suit? Did he turn back into a regular 40-something? But this is not the Macron that he puts on public display. For the French, the suit is the president: formal, apart, different, superior and alone.

You can’t believe anything he says, he manipulates everyone, he sets off demos all by himself!” A young man, Karim, is pacing the pavement near Marseille’s town hall, shouting out a catalogue of complaints, among them that Macron is “forcing us to get vaccinated”. He and a few dozen other locals have gathered to protest; the president’s imminent arrival is all over the morning news.

Police have set up a precautionary barricade to keep people at a distance – demonstrators have draped a homemade white-sheet banner over it: “Macron’s response to gilets jaunes: 2,500 wounded, 26 blinded”, a reference to police violence three years ago when protesters railed against a rise in the carbon tax on motor fuel. For most people in Marseille the presidential visit is merely an inconvenience: roads are briefly cordoned off; armed policemen stand guard on street corners, while residents in high-rise blocks look down from balconies adorned with drying laundry. But Macron’s trip runs into a number of such micro-protests as it unfolds.

The rough northern suburbs of Marseille, with their brutalist tower blocks and informal pavement markets where hawkers offload second-hand clothes, are not a natural habitat for a former investment banker who abolished the wealth tax. This is the president who once spoke of railway stations as a place where you come across “people who are nothing”, who seems more at ease holding forth under palace chandeliers, trying (in vain) to sweet-talk Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin into better behaviour, or supplying Britain with a ready-made villain for its Brexit woes.

Few recall that he is also a president who halved the size of many primary-school classes in poor areas and introduced free school breakfasts. Instead, Macron has been the target of peculiarly raw violence: during the gilets jaunes crisis, the president’s effigy was hung from nooses on roundabouts. It was the revenge – in high-vis jackets – of the “people who are nothing” against a ruler they saw as intolerably arrogant and out of touch. The image lingers. In June last year, a member of the public reached out to slap him on the face.

Yet as the president moves about Marseille, citizens who talk to the president in person often seem surprised by the person they encounter. The lycée pupil who had moved Macron at the housing estate, Amine Kessaci, told me he’d expected someone more intimidating: “But he was very attentive, very accessible. He really listened. We’ll see if he keeps his promises. But honestly that surprised me.”

The more I watch a gap open up between the president’s icy reputation and his manner in person, the more I begin to wonder whether Macron has set himself a trap. During his election campaign in 2017 he knocked on doors (for which he was mocked) and headed off on a “great march” around the country to ask what people wanted from the government. He staged low-cost events in municipal halls to which he travelled by train, second class. At rallies, the candidate hushed crowds that booed at the name of his opponents, and promised bienveillance (kindness). En Marche, as his party was then called, was built around grassroots networks, though it ultimately became a slick enterprise – run by himself, for himself. He put contact above any security concerns, once famously ignoring advice and wading into a hostile crowd of unionists who were burning tyres outside a washing-machine factory in his home town of Amiens.

French history marks progress through revolt: its rulers disregard the people at their peril

There are moments in Marseille when Macron seems to reconnect with that spirit. Emerging from his black presidential car at a housing estate he scans the scene swiftly, eyeing the young men in baseball caps perched on a wall, then climbs up to bump fists with them and listen to their complaints. Further along, on the concrete forecourt, an older woman in a black headscarf begs him: “We want to leave this place.” She grasps the president’s hand, and he holds it with both of his for a long moment.

At the beginning of his presidency, Macron tried to prove the naysayers wrong by showing that a young man with little political experience could be an authoritative, powerful leader. But the obverse of that figure – the distant elitist – has become hard to shift. With hindsight, says his former speechwriter Sylvain Fort, “the change of register after Hollande was probably too brutal, too doctrinal. He perhaps asserted it a bit too strongly.”

Macron has struggled to show empathy in public – something noticed by Marine Le Pen, of all people. “He has this ability to make his interlocutors feel he is listening to them, that he’s attentive to their point of view,” she told two French authors. “He’s capable of doing this in private. But he doesn’t manage it when he speaks to the nation. It’s quite surprising.”

Others put it more bluntly, calling him cold, curt, lacking in humanity. This was particularly evident during the early phase of the pandemic. When the president put the country into lockdown for the first time, he visited a mobile army hospital in eastern France, struck a martial note and evoked war. Only later did he begin to express concern for the psychological strain of solitude.

Of course, the regal trappings of the French presidency sit awkwardly with the common touch: the head of state governs from a palace, officiates as co-prince of Andorra, enjoys baguettes delivered by the boulanger crowned the best in Paris each year and gives televised speeches introduced by trumpets playing “La Marseillaise”.

“The great paradox”, says Fort, “is that the French want a president who speaks well, holds himself well, knows how to bow to the queen and has a literary culture. But at the same time they want a guy who knows how to barbecue in his garden.” Others have managed that delicate balance far better. Charles de Gaulle had hauteur but paid his own electricity bills at the Elysée palace. Jacques Chirac was known for his fondness for saucisson and bottled beer. Valéry Giscard d’Estaing, with his aristocratic airs, conspicuously failed – and then also failed in his bid for re-election.

Western democracies the world over are now bearing witness to the destructive social forces unleashed by politicians without parties or elites without empathy. These are hard to contain. French history marks progress through revolt: 1789, 1870, 1968. Its rulers disregard the people at their peril. A recent poll asked citizens what bothered them most about Macron. The most common answer? “His disconnect from the realities of daily life.”

In an age of ruthless populism, turbo-charged by social media, distance amplifies charges of elitism and legitimises a populist framing of the debate. Neither Le Pen nor Zemmour has to win the election to drag the national debate onto treacherous ground. The promise Macron made in 2017, to bring people together rather than feed hate and demagoguery, could prove empty even if he wins.

What bothered citizens most about Macron? “His disconnect from the realities of daily life”

A few months into his presidency, sitting beneath chandeliers at the Elysée, surrounded by butlers, bodyguards and high palace walls, I asked Macron if he worried about being cut off. This risk was precisely why he tried to get out, he replied, to spend nights in different parts of France, when possible, to wander around late at night, escape the bulle (bubble) and get a sense of what people really feel. Yet the gilets jaunes crisis was a cruel lesson: understanding a risk is not always enough to protect you from it.

That social crisis was, in retrospect, a defining moment: the uprising of the people against Jupiter. The hate unleashed by the mobs that ransacked Paris was red-hot and aimed directly at him. When Macron went to inspect the damage after protesters torched the préfecture in Puy-en-Velay in the Massif Central, a mob charged through the streets chasing the presidential convoy, shouting at Macron to resign. An image taken through the car’s half-open window captured the president’s eyes, staring back at the scene of raw violence, with a mix of disbelief, hurt, defiance and solitude. “I doubtless let appear something that I profoundly don’t think I am, but that people began to detest,” Macron told a television interviewer some time later, conceding: “No doubt, I’ve made mistakes.”

He was clearly shaken. But, as is his wont, he also intellectualised such events. When I asked Macron once how he had felt about the gilets jaunes, he detached the personal from the historical with clinical calm, attributing the attacks to the return of violence and the periodic uprisings that characterise French society.

As the violence raged on, Macron cleared his diary and organised town-hall meetings across the country to show that he could, at least, listen. Astonished audiences found the president sitting for hours on a plastic chair in municipal halls, taking notes about local bus services or the threat to sheep farmers from mountain wolves. They hate my face, he seemed to say, well, they are going to see a lot more of it now.

De Gaulle liked to say that reaction to the forces of “circumstances” measured the character of men. The gilets jaunes crisis and the pandemic have served as a double test. Yet nothing in the president’s demeanour suggests that his appetite for personal risk has diminished. Since 2015, 245 people have been killed in France in Islamist terrorist attacks, more than in any other European nation. On Macron’s watch, such assaults have been periodic and gruesome, including the decapitation of a teacher on the street outside a school in a quiet Paris suburb in 2020.

Macron seems uncowed. In Marseille, after his meeting on the housing estate, he slipped his suit jacket back on and stepped outside to face the chaotic throng, no barricades holding the public back, no filtering of the crowd. Young men in tracksuit bottoms pressed forward, as did teenagers with smartphones eager for a photo. Riot police formed a muscular, protective ring around the president and his bodyguards, but Macron wanted to let onlookers get close.

A young man in a white t-shirt and aviator shades, clutching a bottle of orange soda, threw his arm around the president’s shoulder. Two security guards promptly clamped his wrist and forearm, prising it away while a photo was taken, then released the man back into the crowd. Macron inched forwards, unmoved. A security guard later confessed to having sweated anxiously. When I asked the president the next day whether he had felt at personal risk, he dismissed the question: “No, I don’t think so, not at all. There are always isolated individuals. But I’ve never felt worried.”

Politically, too, Macron seems as ready as ever to take a calculated gamble. He campaigned for more Europe when Euroscepticism held sway at home, and within Europe for “strategic autonomy” – the idea that the eu should be prepared to defend itself – long before it was fashionable. “I’ve often been reproached for being alone in making proposals,” he once said. “One sometimes has to accept being alone, being an ice-breaker; afterwards you need to bring others behind you.”

This free-wheeling approach frequently prompts exasperation. His comment to The Economist in 2019 that nato was “experiencing brain death” sent a tremor through the Western alliance which his own diplomats scrambled to contain. Macron judged that it opened up a much-needed debate. “He’s like a rugby player who does a forward throw,” says Clément Beaune, his Europe minister and a close ally. “It’s not totally within the rules. But sometimes it frees up a difficult situation…The word that is most foreign to him is conservative.”

Even France’s friends concluded in the early years that Macron’s go-it-alone diplomacy trampled over others, with little regard for alliance-building. His ambition often outreaches his means. Macron’s candidate for mayor of Paris spectacularly failed to win, and he has never built En Marche into a properly organised party. His attempt to conduct pension reform ended in failure: it was met with the longest-lasting strikes since 1968, then shelved when France went into lockdown. “He’s influential in framing the debate. But achieving results is something else,” says Jean Pisani-Ferry, an economist who drew up his election manifesto. “People may believe that he’s right, but be reluctant to follow his reasoning enough to follow his lead.” The pandemic has put to the test his urge to control, to dictate, to set the pace (Macron himself caught covid in the winter of 2020). In the end, he conceded wryly, the “master of time is the virus”.

As Macron climbs aboard a two-masted sailing boat in Marseille on the final morning of the trip, I think back to the upbeat young adviser I first met nearly a decade ago. There is a little less of that boyish sense of possibility, now, a little more of the weight of office. The lined face, the grey hairs, speak of the toll, of the coffins of those who have fallen to covid-19, terror or war. Or perhaps of reforms unfinished or diplomatic ambitions unfulfilled.

The resilience he acquired over his relationship with Brigitte has hardened during the presidency

I don’t detect any sign that these setbacks have tempered his underlying self-belief. Edouard Philippe, whom Macron sacked in 2020 as prime minister, put it well when he spoke of the president as being made of unusual “metal”. If anything, the resilience he acquired during the many years of disapprobation in Amiens over his relationship with Brigitte has hardened during the presidency. “I’ve seen him preoccupied, grave,” says Beaune. “But I’ve never seen him give up, or become resigned, even during difficult moments.” Macron once told me that he is like his half-breed dog, Nemo: someone who never really fits in.

Lecturing, haughty, technocratic, distant, elitist, authoritarian: the torrent of criticisms still flows. But the president is often at his best when backed into a corner, forced to improvise, think or punch his way out. “Au combat”, as he likes to put it. As the Marseille tour proceeds, it strikes me that Macron had chosen the right city to put his renewal to the test. His trip marked an ambition, above all, to persuade its unpredictable, boisterous, defiant people to look at him differently, as if to say: if I can reconnect with Marseille, I can reconnect with France.

Bon-jour!” the president calls out, striding into a primary-school classroom which, like many in Marseille, has seen better days. Downstairs, broken panels hang from the ceiling. Teachers say that in winter pupils wear coats at their desks to keep warm. Outside, another small crowd of anti-vax protesters has gathered across the street. Macron crouches down to answer pupils’ questions, his favourite operational mode. “Can you catch covid twice?” asks one. “How much do you earn?” ventures a little girl by the window. Her classmate drops her head into her folded arms in embarrassment. The president grins and bats back the answer (€8,500 a month, post-tax).

Later that evening, after the cameras stop rolling and guests begin to leave at the end of his speech in the Palais du Pharo gardens, the primary pupils crowd around him, calling out more questions. “Are you staying for the weekend?” “Did you come by aeroplane?” One little girl in a pink cardigan is overcome by the occasion and bursts into tears. For a short moment, the president seems unexpectedly at a loss. He pulls a grimace, embarrassed and a little gauche, touches her head and puts an arm around her shoulder.

As he campaigns for a second term, can Macron really persuade the French that he might become a less remote, more likeable president? The pandemic has already recast the one-time liberal as an interventionist protector: of jobs, businesses, classroom time, even daily lives. He has made other changes, too. He replaced the historian who was in charge of his communications team with a public-relations professional. The 18th-century Louis XV-style golden desk, once used by de Gaulle, has been swapped for a sleek black modern one. He uses shorter words and fewer abstract nouns. And, in May last year, he opened up the Elysée palace to McFly and Carlito, popular YouTubers, and took part – in a suit, naturellement – in a game of “true or false”. The clip was viewed over 10m times. His advisers note that the share of “very unfavourable” opinions of the president has dropped from 50% to 27% in the past three years.

Macron has spent his life refusing to be held back by the perceptions of others. But the remoteness that helped propel him to success could now become a liability. The president cannot visit every French housing estate or primary school. Nor will he ever credibly look dishevelled. The underlying tension in France between presidential grandeur and people-pleasing will not vanish.

Macron told me that he is like his half-breed dog, Nemo: someone who never really fits in

Yet in Marseille, as elsewhere since, Macron is at last trying to correct the narrative of arrogance and distance that feeds rejection and populist support, and even undermines his elected authority. In the past he has argued that government cannot rely on cold rationality and reason alone: it has to conjure common feeling. A few weeks after returning from Marseille, I went out to Poissy, a suburb in west Paris, where Macron hung up his suit for 90 minutes and pulled on a football top to play in a charity match, during which his teammates shrewdly allowed him to score a penalty. In January this year, to howls of indignation from the opposition, he went full demotic, declaring that he wanted to emmerder (piss off) those who refused to get vaccinated.

If Macron does manage this reinvention, it will be because he seeks admiration, not affection: his urge is to leave a mark on history, a desire to show others, perhaps himself, what he is capable of. “It’s a psychological, intellectual and physical challenge,” Macron told me. “You have to be able to propose, to push, sometimes to fail, but also to be able to set off again on a conquest the next day to get things moving again.” A heroic presidency of this sort needs a lead character. The question, which he appeared to be wrestling with in Marseille, is whether he can adapt it for a second act.

The challenge plays to his vanity as well as his sense of adventure. “When I was a child, a teenager,” Macron told me shortly after he was elected, “what fascinated me was people who were extraordinary.” Even now, as he nears the end of his term, he speaks often of “heroes”: of firefighters and résistants, scientists, explorers and other “extraordinary” people. Lurking inside the besuited technocrat is a romantic – and inside the earnest former banker is a boyhood dream of heroism. In the book he wrote before his election, “Révolution”, Macron said that he has long wanted to live “my own adventure”. His presidency has certainly been that.

If anything, the drama of his first term seems to have galvanised him. In Marseille, Macron looked to be readying himself for a second episode. As the sinking sun spread a violet light over the gardens above the port, he told his audience: “If we can’t succeed in Marseille, we can’t make a success of France.” As befits a leader attached to the public theatre of politics, his words carry many meanings. If Macron can’t bring a city like Marseille with him, his adventure could be short-lived and solitary. But if he can finish the reinvention he started in Marseille, he may yet be able to win over France. ■

— Sophie Pedder is The Economist’s Paris bureau chief and author of “Revolution Française: Emmanuel Macron and the Quest to Reinvent a Nation”

— Illustrations: Michelle Thompson | Additional images: getty, alamy, reuters, bridgeman images

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