“J’AI DEUX AMOURS, MON PAYS ET PARIS”.

Je me souviens.

Many years ago, long before I could understand what Paris meant to the world, before the noisy and useless headlines would have their way, before I learned to pause before a newly blossomed rose, I was trapped in a sea of encircling cars on the Place de la Concorde.

“I have to get to the Gare du Nord train station”, I repeated to myself as I tried to avoid yet another potential collision on that…