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Dark Days In Paris

The City of Light has been very dark. Waves of shock, grief, anger, and fright have swept the city for two and a half days. I expect an uneasiness will linger in the city for the next few days, as we wait and wonder if terror will reappear.

Most days I do not bemoan my (serious) lack of fluency in French. I get used to understanding only bits and pieces of what is said around me, and to me, and it’s not so bad. However, there have been times on trains or metros when announcements were made and I could tell from the reactions of those around me that I needed to know what was just said, and that it wouldn’t be good. The language barrier has a made these last few days even more frightening and confusing. Safely in my apartment, though, I have been so grateful for English television news and social media to explain the chaos going on around me.

While I am not qualified to comment on the underlying conflict, I can describe what I have seen these past few days. Around noon on Wednesday, Claire and I were having lunch at a popular falafel restaurant in the Marais when we began seeing disturbing images on the TV up on the wall. The TV was muted but the text floating by on the screen told me that there had been a shooting in the 11th arrondissement and that President Hollande was talking about it. I couldn’t figure out who “Charlie Hebdo” was, nor did I understand anything about who the attackers were or why they had done it. I was so shocked that guns had been involved, because bullets do not typically fly in Paris. Other diners in the restaurant didn’t appear to be overly alarmed, though, which (if true) was probably because they were tourists or they were not paying attention to the TV.

At the very time of the attack, three friends of my other daughter were landing at Charles de Gaulle from Houston. By the time they got to our apartment some of their parents were already sending concerned messages about the incident. When Claire and I walked into the apartment, all the girls were gathered around the TV and filled me in on the details. At that time, the three terrorists were at large, so I had to figure out what level of alarm was reasonable as far as letting the girls go out into the city to walk off their jet lag. Ultimately we decided that they would not go to the Arc de Triomphe, as they had planned, but I did let them walk to the small shops having sales in a near-by neighborhood. I walked around that same neighborhood and all seemed normal to me, but I don’t know that my sense of “normal” is really accurate. That night the girls went out to dinner and also walked to the ferris wheel, which was spinning as though nothing had happened.

Thursday at noon a moment of silence was observed all over Paris. The girls were at the Musee d’Orsay, where an announcement requesting it was made. The bells of Notre Dame rang for several minutes during that time, and public transport paused.

That afternoon, when the sun briefly peeped out, I tried to walk in the Parc Monceau and found it closed. Although no explanation was given on the sign, I assumed it was related to the attack. I later heard that public gardens had been closed, but I am not sure if it was because the assailants were still at large or if it was in observance of the loss. Because the museums were open, though, I think it was the former.

We watched the powerful gathering at the Place de la Republique on television that night, and were moved by the show of unity and support for the victims and for freedom of expression, and for France. The gatherings continued Thursday and Thursday night. On Friday morning the girls and I went to the Place de la Republique to see what we might find. Although the morning was wet and grey, the remains of the nights before indicated how moving they must have been. Countless candles, signs, notes, flowers, and photos of the victims were draped around the central monument, as well as on the area surrounding it.

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notice the tape on the mouth of the woman figure on the left

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On the square were also the remains of large circles of candles, flowers, and many pens and pencils.

From there we walked to the Marais, which is the old Jewish quarter and home to many Jewish businesses. At that point the girls and I parted ways. They stayed for lunch in the Marais, and I walked to the Hotel de Ville, where I planned to visit a photography exhibit. When I got there, I found the exhibit was closed until Monday, and I am sure it was related to the attack. I then wandered aimlessly for a few hours, never noticing anything that alarmed me in any way. When I got home, however, the girls were already there, watching the news.My daughter told me that two hostage situations were taking place, one of which was in a Jewish grocery store. She then described their experience in the Marais. After they ate lunch they tried to go into a favorite shop, but noticed that a couple of policemen were in there. They waited for the police to leave, and when they tried to enter the shop the woman locked the door and said “I’m sorry we are closed”. Bewildered, the girls looked around and noticed police going in all of the shops and telling the workers that because the grocery store was Jewish, they were recommending that businesses in the street, which were primarily Jewish, close. Of course, the girls didn’t know what the police were saying, but they asked someone who hurriedly explained it to them. After a quick call to her dad, seeking advice, my daughter and her friends took the metro home immediately. The metro they took home was the same one that went to the grocery store under siege, and they said it felt heavy with anxiety.

Once the two hostage situations ended, we all breathed a sigh of relief, but also a sigh of sadness for the additional loss of innocent lives and for those whose lives had just been changed forever. I am sure I am not the only one walking around today who is still a little nervous about what might happen next, and where it might happen. This has all been surreal and not at all consistent with my experience of living in Paris, where I feel so safe from gun violence.

Thank you all for your expressions of concern for me and for my family during this scary time. Let us all hope that the remainder of 2015 is more peaceful everywhere. We can all share this beautiful world, despite our different beliefs about a creator.

Marais before lunch on Friday, shortly before this street was shut down by police.

Marais before lunch on Friday, shortly before this street was shut down by police.

Hotel de Ville

Hotel de Ville

P.S.- I thought this article in the New York Times did a good job of describing the situation in France.

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A Few Hours in the Marais

Bonjour mes amis.  I have been home from Paris almost a week, and already it seems like a distant dream.  The harder parts of Real Life have descended like an ugly, dark cloud since I have returned, and I am so glad to have photos and memories of a lovely week in Paris with my precious daughter and devoted husband.

One afternoon we decided to spend time in one of our favorite neighborhoods in Paris- the Marais.  The rain was on and off, and the temperature dropped while we were out, but neither detracted from the charm of that delightfully historic district.

The Marais is one of the few remaining examples of what medieval Paris looked like before Napoleon and Haussmann razed and modernized most other parts of the city.  The narrow, winding streets beg to be explored and offer abundant  rewards to the curious.

The Jewish district of Paris is contained within the Marais.  When I walk around the neighborhood I am completely charmed by the synagogues, Jewish bakeries, delis, and Eastern European Jewish restaurants.

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The only place we ever eat in the Marais is L’As du Falafel, a very popular spot where people line up at the take-out window and eat the delicious but messy pita sandwiches with veggies, falafel, and special sauce.  Because of the rain, Martha and I opted to eat inside the smallish restaurant, and we were there late enough in the afternoon that we got seats right away.

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the tables remind you of where you are- as if you could forget

the tables remind you of where you are- as if you could forget

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Even though we were so full of falafel, we couldn’t resist our favorite gelato from Amarino.  If you order a cone, they wedge the slices of gelato into the cone so that the result is a flower.  We can’t be trusted with cones, so we stuck with cups.

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It was a lovely rainy afternoon in Paris.  I am so happy to have spent it with my fille, and to be able to share it here with you.

Life isn’t always sweetness and light and Paris.  But sometimes it is.  And that’s what makes the other times bearable, n’est-ce pas?

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