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.
And here is a song that always gives me comfort.