I was about to yell at a bunch of very drunk students playing guitar and singing at 2 a.m. when it started pouring rain.

It put a damper on their back-to-school party—they promptly left, saving me the hassle of getting dressed and rushing downstairs.

I guess summer is over.

It’s noticeably cooler, and everybody is noticeably less happy (or way drunker, cf. the students).

We’ve packed our bags, and I’m getting up in a few hours—not to yell at students, but to catch the first train to Paris, then our flight to Ottawa.

I’m not exactly happy. I hate endings, I hate cooler weather, and I hate getting geographically closer to Trump.

Can I convince myself it’s a new beginning instead? Okay, it’s a bit of a stretch, but hey, at least I have some work to keep me busy next week.

Here are the people of Nantes and around, August 2025 edition!