“Tout est.. pardonné…”

“C’est… Voltaire…

Qu’on… assassine…“

Wrote Jean-Marie Rouart… of the Académie Française…

The assassination… of Voltaire…

He… who argued fiercely for…

Religious… tolerance….

Freedom… of thought…

If… only…

During the past few days… shaken and very much stirred… Parisians were forced to…

Fasten their seatbelts… and learn to live with terror…

However… the black veils of shock… and deep sadness…

Have been… gradualy lifting…

Paris… is getting back into…

It’s usual… magical rhythm…

Dashing into the plunging temperatures of near 0°C… we headed to our delightful local café | brasserie… “Scossa“… which has been recently renovated into a countryfied complex of enclosed terraces… with a cozy inner dining room…

Where we devoured the news… by reading our morning “journal“… “Le Monde” as well as “Le Figaro“… the “International New York Times“…

Along with the inevitable… irresistable… café expresso…

“Tout… est pardonné”…

All… is forgiven…

All… is forgotten…

At… least…

For… the moment…

Precious…

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