Like so many around the world, I’ve felt shocked and saddened by the events that occurred in France last Friday.
I honestly haven’t known what to do with it.
(except avoid the topic all together and write about gardening. fucking random.)
I feel such a connection to that place, and Paris especially. Even though I haven’t been there in 13 years… Paris will always be “my mistress” as they say. It was my home for a time. I wanted it to be my home forever. Je rêve d’y habiter toujours, peut-être.
I understand the frustration so many are expressing – why does Paris get all the press, when so many atrocities are happening all around the world, getting no coverage whatsoever? And they’re of course absolutely right – the whole world matters, and our cultural preferences and biases have to be rooted out if we’re to create a peaceful world.
And yet, I do feel more sentimental about France. I have an emotional connection to that place. I speak French. I lived there. I walked her streets, sipped coffee on her cafe terraces, sat along the seine, got drunk in her bars.
I love the Charlie Hebdo responses.
I love this ode to Paris cafes. (where the pic above was taken from)
I found this astrological point of view really interesting.
And maybe most of all, John Oliver: