Symbolic

We were on our way to pick up Elsie from a weekend scout camp. Marek driving, me in the front ready to jump out and get into the station on time, and Louise in the back, commenting on Brussels as it went past outside her car window.

'Oh, j'ai vu, j'ai vu...' she said as we circled the Schuman roundabout.

'What did you see, my love?' I ask, looking back over my shoulder.

'J'ai vu, le truc de l'equipe de Granny et Gra-Gra'

'The team?' I repeat, wondering what she means. 'Do you mean their country? Did you see the British flag? 

'Oui, leur drapeau' she agrees, but she wasn't thinking of the Union Jack. 'La ! La !' she points, as we round the Berlaymont and drive past its many flagpoles.

'Voila le drapeau de Granny et Gra-Gra !' 

You can tell she's the granddaughter of anti-Brexit campaigners. It was the EU flag.


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