On the cotton tablecloth, six large water and wine glasses. The plates are erected and some corona has been reserved, not far away. In the great hall of Thoumieux, an elegant Parisian brewery where Jacques Chirac had his habits, not far from the assembly, a portrait of the former president toise, Goguard, his faithful gathered by Paris Match on the occasion of the thirtieth anniversary of his election.
“I hope it’s not a idiot dinner?” Suddenly launches Alain Juppé, more Chiraquian than ever. To his left, François Baroin and Christian Jacob turn. Faced with him, Christine Albanel, Dominique de Villepin and Frédéric de Saint-Sernin smile to the fullest. It took almost six months to bring these “thirty -year -old friends” to bring together: two former prime ministers and four former ministers still very busy.
“He warned that he would be late?” So he’s really going to be! »»
“François is late?” It is always the one we expect, Baroin, laughed a little earlier Alain Juppé, in great shape. In addition, he warned that he would be late? So he’s really going to be! “Finally” pile-head “in time, the former Minister of Economy enters the Red Banks room and falls into the arms of Christian Jacob. A stone’s throw away, Villepin carries his “old cousin” Saint-Sernin, yet a few years younger.
Beyond the ego, the complicated election of 1995 seems to link the small group, which quickly slips on national and international news. Trump and Musk’s chin strokes, which “best of us” also calls Nero. Final wink. According to legend, it is also the nickname given to Dominique de Villepin by … Bernadette Chirac.
A beer for everyone, I am president!
-Jacques Chirac, May 7, 1995
“Ah! 1995! It was the heyday all the same, ”cuts the former president’s pen, Christine Albanel. “The heyday is the one that comes, especially when you have less time in front of it than behind! », Takes up a philosopher juppe. A final word on the next municipal elections and then everyone poses … but not too long. After all, the one we honor did not really taste the exercise either. Bringing the chiraquie around a table, however, was natural. It is no longer a secret, the former head of state had a nice fork. At the presidential gastronomic pantheon, no “new cuisine”, but traditional. This is anything but a legend. “He loved the calf’s head, the carrot jarret, etc. And considered that France was one of the few countries to have a real culinary art, confides his daughter Claude, absent that evening. But he drank little. No wine, nor digestives. Punch and beer, yes. »»
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It is soon 7:15 p.m. in Thoumieux. It was at this precise moment, on May 7, 1995, that the phone at the Diaran of the Mayor of Paris sounded in his office of the Town Hall. At the other end, campaign director Patrick Stefanini. “The results will no longer move, you will be elected,” he announces. Chirac, who dropped the jacket, hangs up, puts the hands behind the head, feet on the table and launches: “A beer for everyone, I am president!” »»
