The Pendulum Swings: A Foreign Affair

Now, a faint stirring. The air smells not of revolution, but of…correction. The “Magnificent Seven,” those gilded idols of the American market, cast long shadows, and shadows, as any magician knows, eventually consume the object they conceal. A rotation is underway, a subtle shifting of weight. Investors, those fickle creatures, are beginning to glance beyond the familiar shores, seeking value where it has long been dismissed as quaint or…foreign. It’s a bit like a man, weary of caviar, suddenly craving a simple loaf of rye. Not necessarily a sign of impending doom, but certainly a change in appetite.






