I’ve spent most of the last fortnight thinking about Paris. With the huge project I’ve been running at work coming to an end, I can start looking ahead to next year, and I’ve been thinking about taking some long service leave, even a visit to Europe. Then, I’ve been playing with a project where I’m writing short stories set in Paris, so I’ve spent a lot of my spare time recently reading histories of Paris, learning about the old geography of Paris, and its now-underground rivers. On good nights, I’ve been dreaming about Paris.
And then this morning I woke up and heard the news.
News reports are now talking about more than 120 dead – some sources are saying as many as 160. Seven coordinated attacks. Terrorists who blow themselves up rather than be arrested. Daesh is taking credit.
I am heartbroken and I have no right to be.
