Cowards have hit again. In various places of Paris. Le Bataclan where 1500 people were watching a concert. A hundred hostages were killed by the terrorists.
A few days ago, more than 200 Russians were most likely killed by an anonymous bomb. The Egyptian government denies. Don’t want to scare the tourists. Cowards. Cowards. Cowards. So easy to sneak a bomb in a plane. And leave safely on tiptoe. Not so easy to face armed soldiers, right?
Another killing took place close to Notre-Dame, at les Halles, just across the river. Cry Our Lady, cry.
Images of peace at the Trocadero. Not hit. Other killings took place East of Paris.
La Flamme de la liberté, The flame of Liberty, on the right bank. 1987. (Many confuse it with a monument to Princess Diana who died close-by.) Freedom will not be killed. Ever.
Other killings took place Rue de Charonne. I hear that a restaurant was hit. Le Stade de France, the soccer stadium in Saint-Denis, home of the cathedral where the french kings were crowned. François Hollande, the French president was in the stadium. He left alive. May he and our government now fully understand the extent of the war we have been in since January.
I‘ve selected a few random photos of my beloved city. There is not much sense in those photos. Nor is there in the cowardice of armed terrorists. I repeat, it is so easy to plant bombs. Shoot at unarmed civilians. It is another to face armies. I’ve never seen terrorists do that. They never have the balls. Pardon my French.
Palais de Tokyo, on the right bank. Where the Museum of Modern art is. The text says:
“Mère, voici vos fils qui se sont tant battus”. Charles Péguy. “Mother, here are your sons who have fought so hard”. In memory of the soldiers fallen in WWI. Only yesterday, I was thinking of my grandfather, who, a century ago exactly, was fighting along his brothers, many of whom did not come back.
To-day, a century later, war has started again. My heart goes to the victims. We still don’t know if all our friends and family are safe. All the fallen have become our family. The night has fallen over Paris. We will know to-morrow.
France will pull through. Without losing our soul. But we will, we must fight back.
To the cowards, let me just say, as a great Brit once said: “We shall never surrender”. On ne se rendra jamais. Jamais!