In fact, as my next door neighbour keeps pointing out, les juilletistes always seem to be a cut above les aoûtiens, the nicknames deriving from an age when everyone in France took an entire month off, be it July or August - and not even France does that any more.
The preference of my neighbour is more to do with class: August was when industry closed down, so was traditionally the blue-collar holiday month. France has a long way to go (downwards) to catch up with the UK, but with noticeably less industry these days, the prejudice is certain to have rather less basis in fact.
July visitors have their moments, too, in any case. The man whose car held up traffic outside the post office in rue General de Gaulle, so that he could attend to some trifling business without the bother of finding a proper parking space, simply shrugged his shoulders as tempers rose: "I'm on holiday, aren't I?"
It's good that the port is lively again, and also good that it lasts for only two months. Glad to see 'em, happy enough when they go.
The other creatures filling up the place have wings: the billions of mosquitoes that are plaguing the Var after the recent heavy rains, and the irritating papillons de nuit, clearly out to establish themselves as saisoniers, too. And they're as much a pest by day as by night, also tending to die inconsiderately all over the house.
Everyone keeps saying "just a couple more days and they'll be gone", but there's little sign of a mass departure (or collective death rites) just yet.
Little else has changed from last summer.
People still drive alarmingly the wrong way round the Intermarché car park, but locals do that all year round anyway, and supermarket staff are among the worst offenders.
At one of the livelier bars, the funny man in the sailor suit who did voice-overs to everything from Johnny Hallyday and Michael Jackson to the latest Eurotrash has departed. In his place, so far, have been a couple of younger DJs playing, with a few refinements and none of their own singing, the same material.
And still you sense that the holidaymakers cannot wait for the dreaded Madison, or line dance ... there a few things I'd reintroduce the guillotine for, but line dancing may just be one of them.
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