Gianfranco Fini, a sensational meeting at the restaurant

And here we are at The French Squareone of the most beautiful restaurants in Rome and therefore in Italy. For dinner there is Eric Iorioex-husband of the The penand at the aperitif Gianfranco Finiformer head of An (this time without the former pink tie and without the Merit shoes, but with a cigarillo in his mouth and sailing moccasins).

So there were the two of them – the two exes of the moment – ​​and there were two or three French families eating Corsican cold cuts together with the little ones who were playing with the toy trains. Iorio was downstairs, with his other wife, while Fini was nibbling on quiche and joking with the waiters: Thank you so much (he who knows French and who, after the match England-Slovakiacame to greet friends and follow the elections across the Alps). An overall regular atmosphere here. In this corner of France, or rather Brittany, in the shadow of the Palazzaccio, which in a certain sense – in a narrow and broad sense – is also a corner of Vendée.

Always here, where the late husband and the late boss are at home – and where Jildaz Mahethe owner, Breton in fact, offers foie gras in the evening and croissants with Tourage butter in the morning – Gianfranco Fini comes for breakfast. With macarons, he says. That is, with the very popular cute pastries that, like the former tie and the wine we drink together, are almost always pink. So, as long as the outside world is in a state of psychosis, at Carré Français, a stone’s throw from Piazza Cavour, it’s all raclette&champagne. Tune in, needless to say, to C-News: the Fox News transalpine who commented, Sunday, the election night. And here we are, then. It’s half past seven, and the alarm is already at maximum.

It’s seven forty-five and the Parisian sociologists and the Strega prize winners in Italy are already all in a state of distress. Maximum alarm everywhere. But not here. Where it’s now past eight, the National Rally it’s at the 34 percent and “the Macronist bloc,” Marine thunders, “is practically erased”… Macron is erased, says Le Pen, and the former third highest office of the (Italian) state smiles. He affectionately mimics her, Marine, whose husband, however, is nowhere to be seen. He has already left. But anyway… Marine, wherever you go, Jordan, wherever you find. So it is now about nine o’clock, and French families are making a racket. They are still fiddling with toy trains and raclette when he appears – the little prince – and everyone is silent.

The elegant twenty-eight-year-old appears on the screen. The man who, to put it in Giampiero Mughini“black is beautiful”. The boy, in short, who after the Macrons and the Stopafter the Sarkozy or, even, the Mitterands, changes the codes of the French male again. Nowadays sovereignist, yes, but also cool. And here he is, Jordan Bardellato peep out on C-News amidst our walnut choux pastry and goat cheese. Here is the little prince who says of Mélenchon: “$ an existential danger, it is the ruin of our economy” (at which the Finian bow bends again: the president smiles).

Yet Fini – tetragonal – has no relationship with Le Pen, and Bardella does not know him. He rather feels the Republicanshe says, facing Sarkozy. And Giorgia? Did Giorgia hear from you today, about the elections? “Not today. And anyway, I’ve never asked her anything. Even if they make me act like a talking cricket.” In truth, the former boss doesn’t talk much. Instead, he prefers to joke with the waiters who pour him some rosé from Provence, here, in this corner of France. Where, among children and macarons, the exes of the moment meet up: Rome-Paris axis. The former boss (Fini) of the boss (Giorgia) together with the ex-husband (Iorio) of the wife (Marine). Ex in exile between oysters and champagne. Not bad. Thank you so much.