Dear Ann,
On this day there is little to do but helplessly follow news coverage of the awful events in Paris, thinking of friends and loved ones suddenly thrust into chaos and fear. I have checked up on my family’s own beloved Frenchies, who are safe and well. My thoughts are with them and with friends I know only through social media and this blog. I’m also thinking of the perpetually-present French tourists in New York City, who must be so anxious to get home.
My favorite European knitting store (that I haven’t been to yet, but it is my favorite) is L’Oisive Thé in Paris. I hope that very soon, they are back knitting Stephen West shawl after Stephen West shawl, drinking tea and looking impossibly chic. Meanwhile I’ll cast on something colorful and sit in front of the TV watching Paris rise up. The Gallic spirit has inspired the world for centuries, and it does so today for sure.
In case you missed it, here is a little video of loud French singing while evacuating the national stadium.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iQ2cHuZ0xE
And here is a song that always gives me comfort.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ck3wa-VlsZM
Grosses bises,
Kay
Merci beaucoup, Kay.
All knitters, weavers, quilters, seamstresses, tailors, stand with Paris!
Thank you for putting into word what has been going thru my mind since last night.
Thank you for putting words to my scattered thoughts. I feel the need to start another Clapotis. Is this wrong?
Perfect. Lovely. Thank you.
Merci for putting into writing what we are all thinking.
Spent last night listening to BBC feed on wnyc.
Can only imagine the heightened security in the City – NYC – today.
Thank you for the clip of Springsteen. As I watched the news last night and today, I thought of my years living in Paris and one of the few concerts I’ve gone to. It was in the early 90’s and Bruce came to Paris. Although the concert was at Bercy, not La Bataclan, I couldn’t help but think of that concert and then My City of Ruins.
My heart bleeds for the Parisians and the insult to them and their beautiful city. Although I have lost track of my friends in Paris, I’m thinking about them and hoping all are well.
Thank you. ♡
This is a perfect response, Kay — thank you.
I think of all those young people, most of whom are roughly the same age as my son and his friends, and my heart just breaks, for them, for their loved ones, for the sickness that could cause any human to do this to another human.
I love this post, Kay. I was holding it together until I saw the photo of the “Not Afraid” gathering. That is just the best, most powerful thing. Something we all need to see, and try to feel, IMHO. Thank you. XOX
Je suis Charlie
Nous sommes Paris
A perfect post for our imperfect world.
(I’d love to end this with a perfect French saying but my vocab is limited to excuses for not having finished my homework: J’ai mal a la tete …though maybe that is apropos.) xox
Dear Kay,
Reading your post today brought a smile to my face. Thank you. I hope someday soon you will be able to come to Paris and knit with us at L’Oisivethé. Please bring Ann with you. 🙂
Kindest regards,
Aimée
I love Paris. I love France. They will persevere through this horror. Again.
Vive le France!