Still in the lineup. Looks like there is another hour worth of lineup in front of me. Every time we round a corner we see another amount of lineup. We think we're getting there and NOPE, here is yet another big room entirely filled with disgruntled French people, facing in various directions, depending where they stand the serpentine lineup. We're one short fuse away from breaking into revolutionary songs and yet we're all still here, wearing our exhaustion like a badge of honor. I am proud and happy and also very hungry, because the plan was "vote then have breakfast, then go see movie" and by now it's become "vote, then EAT OMG, any food would be very welcome at this point, forget about movie".