The French government has banned smoking at the beach, a performative gesture for a government that’s incapable of doing anything about a €3 trillion deficit, uncontrolled borders and lawlessness. As it’s in the mood for banning things at the beach, it should listen to me and ban caravans.
Here in the Deep South of France, just by the interchange of the A9 motorway and the departmental route 13, is a sprawling prairie containing thousands of dead, rotting caravans and camping vans.
The only good caravan is a dead caravan. Unfortunately, as one dies, another is born
It’s like an abandoned suburb of Dante’s inferno. It’s the Hotel California for these mobile pollution factories. The damned things check in, and never leave. The graveyard has been there for at least 25 years, steadily expanding, and I cheer every time I see it. The only good caravan is a dead caravan. Unfortunately, as one dies, another is born.
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