Firstly, I want to thank each and everyone one of you. So many friends, family, fellow bloggers, social media friends, co-workers from all around the world have reached out. Thank you…. for your concern, compassion, kind words and well wishes.
I consider myself lucky. My immediate and extended family are safe, as are our friends.
Indeed, by metro, the area of the 10th and 11th districts is 20 minutes from where we live.
The Bataclan is a small concert hall, extremely well known.
The restaurants and cafes are between the Bastille and Republique, an extremely popular area of Paris for Friday evenings out. I lived in the area when I was younger and know it well.
It saddens me beyond words to see this beautiful city, my home for the past 24 years, violated. A city where I run. Dine. Go to the movies. Shop. Explore. Visit. Love. A city where my teenage daughters go out. Take the subway. Shop. Go to the movies. Meet their friends.
But even worse is the life loss that is so useless. What the families and friends of the 125+ victims must be going through. What they will have to endure.
Thank you again for your kind words and prayers. #prayforparis, because there are no words.