There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends are dead and gone…
…..Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more. ‘Les Miserables’ (Marius’ song)
I was not going to write any more on the tragic events in Paris two weeks ago, but I went shopping after work on Friday to one of my most beloved parts of the city, Montparnasse in the 14th arrondissement.
This is a very ‘Parisian’ area, one not often frequented by tourists, but a real hub of everyday life, with the offices of the Montparnasse tower looming over little streets filled with restaurants and creperies and quirky little boutiques.
I always get a thrill when I emerge from the metro at ‘Edgar Quinet’ to be greeted by the bustling market that takes place every Wednesday and Saturday, or just to be in the lovely traditional square surrounded by cafés packed with people elbow to elbow around the small, circular tables, taking a morning coffee, or lunch, or afternoon tea or dinner – it all just runs into one hive of activity, and it is often difficult to find a space to squeeze yourself into………
Imagine then my shock and sadness at what greeted me on Friday – not a sole (except for one elderly lady tucked into the corner) at these usually bustling hostelries.
The terrorists’ bombs and guns have reached far beyond those who have so brutally lost their lives, or have been maimed and traumatised.
They have eaten into the heart of the city, I asked a friend to come shopping with me and have lunch in my particular favorite creperie, but they declined, saying that it was enough that they had to come into the city to work, without putting themselves at extra risk.
Very sad sign of the times. I will leave you know with some images and hope to post some more very soon, with all the chairs and tables once again taken.
Peace be with you all Lindy (Promised Christmas cake post to follow very soon……..)