Summer’s end is rapidly approaching, and for me it is none too soon. Today, August 15, the French celebrate one last hot blast of unbridled seasonal fun complete with fireworks. Like “Ferragosto” in Italy, the mid-month Assumption holiday is when the country shuts down and the last man standing is finally off on holiday. Tourists replace locals on the street.
French people who take vacation in August as opposed to the Juilletistes of July were traditionally the factory workers, but today it is anyone who prefers the more predictable late season weather. Note that although the French receive five weeks holiday every year, it is not the case that they take it all at one time. On August 15, however, hardly a French person or an open shop is to be found in the city.
And where do they go? Since there have been fires, unbearable heat waves and punishing storms in central and southern France over the past few summers, now Brittany and Normandy on the northern coast are drawing more visitors every year. It’s where we liked to go, but now I am priced out. No doubt it will be the Baltic Sea countries, where I am headed at the end of the week, next to see a summer visitor boom.
My more immediate concern every mid-August is that administrative staffers in the Prefecture are probably also on holiday. My annual visa renewal dossier is languishing there, and I’ll have to undertake the usual stressful effort to draw their attention to it and get my status legalized for another 12 months. Luckily, next year I can apply for a ten year visa and enjoy August 2024 to the fullest.






