Paris

London has become my favorite city in the world, but Paris was the first outside of my native land where I spent any significant amount of time, and it retains a special hold on my imagination. The last time I was there was January — just a week after the Charlie Hebdo attacks… And now a day when an even deadlier set of attacks took even more lives. Over 150 reported as I write this.

Paris at night
GFDL Benh Lieu Song
I just grieve to see more violence woven into the tapestry of Paris’ history. Lord, have mercy.

And it’s even worse to see how today’s attack has already prompted this comment, about one of the world’s historic cities of refuge:

Not for the first time in a Remembrance Day week that’s seen so much rancor, the post-WWI poetry of W.B. Yeats comes to mind:

…Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.


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