How To Survive A Strike in Paris.

Spoiler: you don’t.

I’m guilty of assuming that simply because I am in the middle of the chaos of the so-called ‘unlimited’ strike in France, everyone else is automatically aware of the situation.

In the case that you are not, here’s a brief run down:

From the fifth of December there has been a national, unlimited strike called by different unions in protest of the planned pension reform by the government. The current age of retirement for many in the transport sector, for example, is fifty-five; the government want to do away with the differing tiers of retirement (there are forty-two tiers; see this article) and make their system universal: everyone retires at sixty-two.

I can’t even say that in theory I agree with the idea because once you begin to think about it, and talk to the French – inter-generational conversations – you begin to see not only how complex a reform it is to pull off but also start to question whether or not it is actually fair.

During the course of one day,  in the middle of a recent conversation-turned-debate about pension reform, the person I was talking to argued simply that certain jobs are more dangerous and deserve to come with a lower retirement age. Think of police; think of fire-fighters.

A few hours after that conversation I was again involved in yet another, where someone else was arguing the fact that the French system is built on the idea of equality and that surely everyone, from teachers to administrators, could come up with a list of compelling reasons why the responsibilities of their job merit early retirement.

There is so much tangled up in my head regarding these strikes that to unravel it almost makes me feel like writing a series of posts rather than just a single one. Retirement is not an issue that had weighed on me before and now it is a constant: not just because it has made me think about the provisions I am making for my own future, but also in a much broader sense – questioning why we work until the age we do and what would happen if everyone retired earlier? It’s made me look at the systems that we belong often unthinkingly to: school, university, workplace, retirement, and wonder what would happen if these were so seriously disrupted.

raising the blue red and white flag
Photo by Nicolas on

I don’t necessarily disagree with the strikes although they have severely impacted day-to-day. Several people have suggested that this is because they are all new to me. The sheer volume of disruption and upheaval is unlike anything I have ever witnessed before, true, and I do find myself enthralled to an extent by it all. It isn’t the chaos but the fact that so many have been galvanised together that gets me. I don’t doubt that I am all the more susceptible to this sentimentality because I live in Paris: a city where there is a certain cold, distant, impersonal quality to a great many things.

But I take umbrage with the idea that it is just because I’ve never seen anything like this that I am accommodating of the situation. Everyone is capable of recognising the newness of an experience and of formulating a reaction to it that isn’t a simple byproduct of it being a novelty.

In my workplace, it feels as if every conversation to be had revolves around the strikes: if you agree or disagree with it; how it’s affecting you; the amount of hours you had to spend getting to our central Paris location that morning; how long it will take you to get back; if you, after all this, still like Paris.

I commute from the northern suburbs: a distance of approximately twelve kilometers, of which I walk one in order to get to the nearest train station. The journey to the center and to my workplace can be as quick as twenty-five minutes once I’m on the train but it is very often unpleasant on these ‘good’ days, with each carriage cramped and overcrowded, the result of my train line serving a percentage of the suburban population. The apathy with which I have come to expect an elbow too close to my face, to practically be buried into the scarf of the person in front of me or to have my body squashed between another person’s and a cold panel of the train’s interior surprises me. Yes, those are occurrences on the good days.

What has changed about the strike days is that I have to leave earlier and so my day is much, much longer. By the time I begin work, I have already been on the go for four, sometimes five hours. While I know that for many people this is their normal, my reason for pointing it out is only to say that if there was something to make me turn against the strikes it would be this. Show me someone who likes uncomfortable, time-costly commuting.

The way into Paris is not too different from the overcrowded normality of the average day. It is the way back that is unbelievable. ‘Unbelievable’ is the right word. Last week I walked the entire length of the platform in Gare de Nord and witnessed a volume of people in haphazard rows, agitated and pushing their way forward onto the train that had just arrived. Minutes after one train pulled out, this wave was replaced by another, and another, all the while with the frustration, the anxiety and the pressure building so perceptibly that it seemed to fill the parts of the station not already jammed with bodies.

On the platform people were forcibly closing the doors to carriages too packed to close automatically and still, while the beeping was signalling the imminent departure of the train, someone would rush up the platform and throw themselves against the crowd in desperation. None of it was happening in silence either: disembodied voices from the bellies of the carriages would cry out that there was no space or to please stop pushing.

My experience in Gare de Nord on one particular evening was such that I couldn’t face getting on any train. I left and walked to a nearby cafe where I stayed until my boyfriend could come to collect me in the car, which brings me to the other unbelievable aspect of these strikes: the traffic.

I’ve written previously about the périphérique in Paris. I’ve wasted hours of my life sitting in traffic on this ring road, the car at a complete standstill, moored and claustrophobic and waiting endlessly in a tunnel with no light at the end of it, some truck or other inevitably blocking whatever light might have been visible otherwise. Every car possible seems to be out in force on the roads during these strike days almost as if cars themselves are protesting en masse about their diminishing role in a society that understands their toxic toll on the climate.

You can find battles in and between everything in Paris these days.

It is impossible to get away from the strikes: surviving them requires the taking of a deep breath and recognising that you are going to be involved. For how long they will continue remains to be seen – some are predicting as long as until the end of January – as does the question that has come my way more than once these days: after all this, do you still like Paris?


  1. I had no idea…. I can’t imagine a commute time of 4+ hours before work, and then something even more unpleasant on the way home. When does one sleep?
    In a sense, my husband and I have been discussing the whole retirement gig. Not because we can afford to – although we have a plan who plotted and retired early at 53! She’s living her dream. It used to be, in the States at least, you hit 55 and bam – you retired. Then it got pushed up to 65. Now our Social Security has put a cap on retirement benefits and suggest you make other plans, because whatever you’ve put in “might cover 40% of your living costs”. We are in our 50’s – and quite honestly, don’t foresee a future where either of us will ever be able to afford retirement.
    I can see how some jobs – firefighters etc, might encourage an earlier retirement date – but isn’t that up to the individual’s ability?
    Thank you for your insight on this.

    Liked by 3 people

    1. It’s so interesting to read about the system in the US and to hear about your experience: I had no idea that 55 used to be ‘the age’ over there too. When did that change? Is it an issue that people feel divided on or is it generally accepted as one of those things that we can do little about? I have to say that I also don’t see myself retiring at the same age as my parents will. For my boyfriend, who works independently, I am even more concerned… I’d be interested in hearing more from you on this whole issue. Also wondering why this sort of stuff is not taught in school…

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Sadly I’ve “seen” those huge strikes in Paris for the past 30 years. Those who strike are the most protected of workers. Lifetime job security. Less hours, good pay, high and early pension. In the case of the railroad and metro workers early retirement was decided years ago when trains ran on coal and drivers’ life expectancy was low. Now? Makes no sense really. And those held hostages are those who work in private companies with no job security and less benefits…
    The heart of the matter? France is near-bankrupt. Half the GDP goes into public spending. And the quality of public services has fallen dramatically. “Chapter 11” as American say, might well be the only option one day… Sadly.
    I hope the CGT et al. will ease the strike for the end of year.
    Joyeux Noël et bonne année quand même.

    Liked by 3 people

    1. I totally know where you’re coming from. In the days surrounding the first of the big protests I did a lot of reading about the history of these strikes (and in general about the history of unions and protests in France). The issue seems to be fairly divisive for people, even if it makes sense in theory. I saw that Macron has forfeited his presidential pension; do you think that will help to ease tensions? Joyeux Noel to you too 🙂 🙂

      Liked by 2 people

      1. Has he now? Just a gesture. Once again, his (and our) problem, is the lack of vision. Pensions are just a minimal part of a major problem. What future do we want for France? Or Europe? Or, for that matter, any country? Do we want to be a big Belgium? 😉
        Joyeux Noël back to you. Et bonne année.

        Liked by 2 people

    1. It is… although I have to say that there is also something interesting about it all and the way that it has galvanized people… however I know that this could just be because I’m new to it all. Ask me again in a year’s time when there’s another strike and we’ll see!

      Liked by 2 people

  3. When the French strike they make a proper job of it, don’t they? Here in Jersey (C.I.) there’s the occasional 1-day strike, maybe by teachers or civil servants, everybody gets mad for a day, then back to normal. As to commutes, it’s never taken me more than 20 minutes each way. If there’s an RTA then a bit longer. I don’t know how Parisians, Londoners, Dubliners stand it. I couldn’t.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s