In a polling station in the 19th arrondissement, in Paris
There was a queue, shortly after 8 am, in front of a polling station on avenue Simon-Bolivar, in the 19th arrondissement of Paris. Five people await the opening. “They are preparing the last details”, apologizes one of the assessors when he finishes wiping his hands in front of the voters who are starting to rail. “They make a tail form …”, gets impatient first in line, looking behind him. The office will finally open eight minutes late.
” It is open ! ” Voters are invited to wash their hands with soap and water. School faucets, liquid soap and hand towels are available in the room. “The gel, we don’t have much …”, notes an assessor while looking at the only bottle of hydroalcoholic gel placed on the table at the entrance to the office. On the ground, a few demarcation lines marked with scotch tape, but not everywhere. “We should have put it there too”, says an assessor behind the table where envelopes and ballots are placed.
A pair of plastic gloves in his hands, like his colleagues, an assessor operates the lever of the ballot box. ” Voted ! “ With seven people to run the office, they have enough arms for now, but tonight? “Damn, but we’re going to need people to strip! It interests you ? “
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