I first visited Paris when I was seventeen, my friend and I getting lost in the ancient streets, sitting in parks and watching people go by, caught up in the magic of the city. It felt strangely familiar to me; I suppose the fact I spoke French quite well helped.
I have been back several times since, including a recent visit where we saw old friends, went out for dinner and then to a rock concert, as Parisians do most nights of the week. As they did last night.
I will not let such horror and atrocity take away the magic and beauty of Paris.
Sending love and heartfelt sympathy to all those affected by last night’s events, a darkness in the City of Light.
Paris, je t’adore.