The crowd sets off and the movement hits of the day link up: “Everyone hates the police!,” “Paris, on your feet, rise up!”, etc. The demonstrators, this time, have a dynamism, a vigor, a plebeian joy that has not been seen for quite some time. At the rear, the vans of the unions are feverish. It’s either the clutch or the brake, support the youth or dissociate from them and isolate them. The choice is hard to make since the youth seem to make a mockery of any kind of support they gain. The youth invite themselves and will not even say thank you.