Today, however, is different. This is Monday, Day +1 of the Games, the morning after the closing ceremony. The megaphone has fallen silent. The 7am gendarme convoy has been replaced by a 7am contractors' lorry. A gaggle of workers clad in bright orange hi-viz vests emerge and start tidying away barriers.
Is this what normal life in this corner of south-west Paris almost resembles? The Games livery is still draped over every public space, the flags still flutter, but the Olympic visitors have vanished. Never mind the horror movie 28 Days Later this is 28 Hours Later, and I am an Olympic zombie.
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