Yesterday, the Tricolore flew in New York’s Washington Square Park and we stood for a while watching it flutter. I wish I had some words of wisdom to add about the recent events in Paris, but the truth is, words have felt empty these past few days.
Like the rest of the world — my friends, and neighbors in Paris — perhaps, like you — I’m in shock. I’ve been asking myself what I can do — me, just a regular person, an ordinary Francophile — and then I read a blog post by my friend Elizabeth Minchilli. She writes: “While I can’t give comfort or advice to friends who live in Paris to go on about their daily life fearlessly, I can give you a push to not give up on Paris if you were planning a trip there. Or, if you weren’t planning a trip there, maybe you should?”
So, yes. That is what I will do. Remember why I love Paris. Encourage you to remember why you love Paris. Is it the shatter of that first buttery croissant you eat upon your return? Standing on the Pont d’Alma and watching the boats float beneath you? The array of oozing cheese at the fromagerie?
Yes, yes, it’s all of it.
Paris, à bientôt.