Discussing major world events isn’t my forte and in any case the recent horrors in Paris have left me without words.  There’s nothing I can write that’s going alleviate any suffering or make any sense of last night’s atrocities.

But like many people I have been preoccupied, for most of today, with what has happened.

I was lucky enough to spend my mid twenties living in Paris. I discovered Moliere, Marivaux and Musset. I didn’t really understand much of their work but I still have a bookshelf dedicated to French literature I’ve never read.

I also ate snails for the first time. I repeated the experience at least twice more before concluding that though the notion of eating snails didn’t disgust me, I didn’t actually enjoy the dish itself all that much.

I learnt to speak French badly.

I acquired a taste for red wine that I can’t afford to buy in the UK.

I ran the Paris marathon twice.  Both times very slowly.

I also met my beautiful wife and several years later took her back there so I could propose to her.

When I think of Paris, I will think of these things and all the other amazing memories that wonderful eclectic city has given me.

I hope it can get back to making magical memories for other people again soon.

  2 comments for “Souvenirs

  1. November 15, 2015 at 2:27 am

    Completely montrous. Our prayers for your neighbors.

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  2. November 17, 2015 at 8:21 pm

    I have a hard time wrapping my mind around the concept of humans who can be so evil. But it has been this way since the dawn of time, and will probably continue till the end of time. I just hope we can survive all the horror and regain good times and good memories.

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