"Is anyone going to Primark this afternoon, or is there still tear gas?", asked a post on the Toulouse English speaking forum last Saturday. The extreme has become the norm. The weekly parade of the gilet jaunes and their accompanying destruction has not dissipated, but has now reached something of a rhythm. The protesters, the police and the general public have each found their place in the new normal, with coping strategies to allow the gilet jaunes to be greeted, like most things, with a resigned shrug. Our personal strategy has been escape the city. Generally, each Friday night we head into the mountains - where there are still gilet jaunes, but more of the singing songs on roundabouts variety, rather than the throwing bricks through windows type. We've been staying in a sequence of gîtes and chambre d'hôtes. The former are Airbnb like, with an additional stressful examination stage where the owner checks your cleaning and electricity usage while you...