I did that back in 1993, I think. Interesting experience.
I've also been asked today at my polling station, but I declined: we are just back from attending friends' daughter engagement party near Aix en Provence (who says high-speed rail is a costly toy for businessmen), plus a nasty virus making me cough for over a week now; in short: I'm beat.

Europeans think a hundred miles is a long way. Americans think a hundred years is a long time.

I bumped into my neighbor, and another friend, so I was not alone.

We're regrouped by 4, to count votes by packs of 100. First we count the envelopes to ensure that we have 100. Then they are opened: one picks up the bulletins, one opens them and announces the content, and the other two separately note the count on prepared lists.

All bulletins are of the same size, and follow a given format, so they are easy to distinguish.

We ended up counting 2 series of 100 (there were two other tables like ours; the voting booth has about 1,200 voters, with roughly 50% voting, there were less than 600 envelopes to count.

This is heavy rightwing territory, but the UMP barely reached 50%, and the socialists and greens came secnd and third (usually, the National Front, sovereignist and centrist right wing lists take the top 4 slots, so this is in line with the national trend where the right is getting whupped.

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