“My arms are falling to me, it’s scandalous”: the sextape affair, the other cauldron of Saint-Étienne

For almost three weeks, the elected officials of Saint-Étienne (Loire), and some of the city’s notables, had adopted the modern version of the turtle strategy: airplane mode. No sound, no picture. We no longer lingered on Place Jean-Jaurès, the beating heart of “Sainté” which adjoins the Hôtel de Ville. We quickly slipped away in view of the reporters. Even the vicar of the Saint-Charles cathedral, who surveyed the terrace of the bar “Les poteaux squares”, replied in a voice vibrating with anger, in the handset of the reception of the parish: “No, I will not answer you. ! »