The Front National club room in the 13th arrondissement of Paris is like youth clubs everywhere: Coca-Cola in plastic cups; awkward flirting near the snack table. Someone has turned up on one of those weird razor skateboards with a handlebar.
And on one wall, a poster with the slogan “100% FRONT NATIONAL, 0% MIGRANTS!”
Veronique Fornilli is one of the organizers of Wednesday night’s gathering. She’s in her early 20s, polite and efficient and friends with most of the people here. Her night shift as a nurse starts in an hour or two.
When I ask Veronique what kind of people come to a FN youth event, she laughs at my question. There’s nothing weird about being a Front National supporter, she explains. “We are normal people, young people! We go to the movies, we have some drinks sometimes: regular young French people.”