Tuesday, 17 November 2015

A Wake Up Call

I didn't write about the bombing in Paris just after it happened at the weekend.  Words failed me and I'm still rather at a loss to speak.  I hold  that country so dear.  When  I drive off the Roscoff ferry, as I do rather often, it feels like a homecoming.  Maybe France will be my land one day.  We'll see. Who knows what is around the corner for any of us.  Will we suffer? Will we thrive?

Here's a  little song that I've loved since a French teacher introduced it in class once.  It talks of a city, rising to greet another day  The translation is here.

1 comment:

  1. I know this song well. I adore Paris, it must be the only city I know almost as well as London. I've often thought about buying a small flat there.