Thank God,
that infamous day of wine and roses and chocolates is over, groans the Countess du Ruel. Long gone are the days when I wondered who
might send me a Valentine's card. Now I
view the whole thing with a certain amount of scorn. And I didn't win the Euro Millions lottery. So the whole Valentine/ Mills and Boon
romantic weekend was a bit piano.
However,
I'm cheered to read that the French are reviving the chasse présidentielle. This
ceremonial hunting party does not herald the return of the ancient régime. It is simply
Sarkozy's latest wheeze to pay back courtiers and cultivate French and foreign
VIPs. I'm enjoying the media uproar over
these regal battues or game shoots,
which the Elysée Palace has made fashionable again.
The revival of the hunting party for the rich and powerful, which was
dropped by Chirac in 1995, has thrown the presidency onto the defensive this
week with the accusation that it's undemocratic.
In true Louis XIV style, the great chateau
of Chambord on the Loire once again has become the
scene of an opulent shoot with a group of dignitaries shooting boar with all
the pomp of the Sun King's court, i.e. the palace guard, torch light ritual and
banquet.
Since ancient times the chasse has been a way to bestow favours
and cultivate foreign leaders, such as the late Shah of Iran and the late
Emperor Bokassa of the Central
African Republic. I personally prefer to see a bit of glamour
and sophistication return. Even if
certain journalists labeled it a return to privilege. "It's showy, pompous, wasteful and secret
like a cult gathering," rants one radio commentator." That's sour grapes if I ever heard it.
The guests at the shoot are lodged in an
auberge opposite the Renaissance chateau.
After a lavish breakfast they fire away at boar and stag. After the luncheon and more "drives," the Garde Republicaine salutes the tableau de chasse where the boar
carcasses are laid out.
Unlike the kings of old, Sarkozy does not
lead the festivities at the 400-acre chateau.
He leaves that to his adviser and friend, Pierre Charon. M. Charon says, "It's simply a matter of
killing boar and a few deer. If it's not
done by invitation the gamekeepers do it."
The catering works out at £175/head for the 14 shoots a year. Under Mitterand, a Socialist, les chasses became venues for deal
making. Gaddafi, the Libyan leader
bagged a dozen birds when he was taken on one of these "imperial throwbacks" in
2007.
Although detractors call these events
"imperial and obscene," recent guests include chiefs of multinational
corporations, ministers and senior police and judges, which doesn't sound very
regal or obscene.
I'd love to be invited to one of
these. The wild boar and venison delicacies
sound delicious.
Vive la chasse
présidentielle ! Vive le sanglier !
Vive les flying boars !