Sometimes I miss home so hard it hurts. Sometimes France is frustrating and bewildering, and there are truly some strange people riding around on the trains. Still, it's hard to imagine a mass shooting here. People assaulting police with potted plants, yes, apparently. But not this kind of violence.
I'm hoping the reports of 22 dead are somehow wrong. No one ever believes that this could happen where you live. I lived in this area most of my life. This is where I met my husband. This was our home. I just don't get it.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Posted by Pardon My French at 5:34 PM