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.