Four years ago on the night of November 13th, 2015, I was in my apartment listening to the saddest song in the world. It was on the radio. It was a Friday night around 9:30 pm and the song was Avec le Temps by Léo Ferré.
A feeling of melancholy and desolation washed over me, so strong that I actually started weeping. Unbeknownst to me, over one hundred innocent people were being gunned down on the other side of the city. I turned on the television and watched the news unfold with horror (the loud and incessant sirens from police cars outside alerted me to the fact that something was amiss.) A state of emergency was declared in France and the borders were closed.
On the night of Friday November 13th, 2015 and in different locations around Paris, 130 men and women were executed by radicalized Islamic terrorists. 350 people were wounded.
Here are a series of poignant photographs that I’m reposting. Lest anyone forgets.