We behaved as if enemies were conquering the city walls in the Middle Ages. And the city was defending itself. Then the attacks stopped for a few days and the local rulers said: OK, everything is fine, they have withdrawn. Put down your weapons and start celebrating. And untied. Make up for the lost time.
And after a short time, the attacker easily conquered the drunken and poor city.
I don’t understand France in everything. But the Tour de France is the greatest event on the planet.