I have nothing today. It is impossible to write about fluffy sweaters and brunch picks after this weekend.
I don’t know a person who hasn’t left Paris forever marked by its beauty, grandeur, and magic. That the city that holds our hearts, that is so beloved, has had to endure multiple acts of terrorism this year alone seems purposeful, although perhaps that gives those who do harm too much credit.
Tonight, the Eiffel Tower is defiantly, resiliently lit up in blue, white, and red. May our collective heart follow.
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(Our family is also dealing with an pretty ailing toddler (words you never want to hear: “Daddy, I can’t walk.”) So, I may or may not be back tomorrow and Wednesday to write more.)
