Paris this so uniques atmosphere
Dazed, paralyzed, shocked, horrified … I could go on trying to describe the feelings that assailed me throughout this horror weekend. So many shattered lives, no one I directly know did I selfishly say to myself, but so many people I meet every day, in my professional life, at the terraces of the same cafes where I go, where my daughter and her friends would take a drink, where we’re all going. How to get on with life? Daring to go out again, having fun without going to cry? Simply by wanting to avenge them. Because it is only by assiduously going to the café, restaurant, walking freely in this beautiful city that we will honor these missed people . I returned to Paris, my city, our city. Dead or alive. My daughter and her friends started to wander again at the mercy of rainy shiny streets, to marvel at the rising day on the Seine. To enjoy this great gray color chart that gives Paris this so uniques atmosphere. To marvel at the towers of the Conciergerie, the lights that shine on the cobblestones of the Place de la Concorde.