Action Francaise

Across the road from our house is an office which is rarely open during daytime hours, but as night falls the gates in front of the storefront's windows rise. This is Action Francaise.

One evening, my roommate, Fern and I were walking to the local grocery store but were stopped by a few people our age. Fern speaks fluent French so she was laughing, talk and translating back and forth. These people were really, really nice! They said we should definitely come by their next party. I was up for it. Their spread of food looked awesome and they were so welcoming even though I couldn't speak much French. They even told us to join them where they were headed for the night.

As we said our goodbyes and continued onto the supermarket, Fern explained that this was the youth branch of a political movement called Action Francaise and we wouldn't be joining them later at their "party".

"Oh, well they were great anyway!"

"Yeah... they were the ones that welcomed Hitler when they invaded France."

"But they had such nice food..."

I watch them from my window at night. They're up to something. I don't know what. But there are lots and lots of flattened boxes in the middle of their office. 

I think they've changed. I'll go to their next party. I'll know when it is... because I'm watching you, Action Francaise!

One of Action Francaise's "Parties"

By the way, while talking to them they were telling me they mostly stand for reinstating the French monarchy. Mostly. Plus they hate Sarkozy. And sort of democracy (or demoCRAZY, as they termed it).

P.S. Action Francaise, if you are reading this: this is not the delightful Canadian you know from across the street. Please do not firebomb my house. I mean his house. Don't firebomb his house.