I can’t promise that November 13th will live on etched in my memory like the kindred days in New York, only time will tell if distance dulls the mind. What is forever carved in stone is my time in France, particularly Paris, and the streets I walked, the places I visited and most importantly the people I met. I pray they are all safe, as well as their loved ones. I look forward to the day I return and if by chance our paths cross one more time I hope we can place each others faces and at the very least, give a little smile. Until then my heart, my thoughts, my love goes to everyone this has affected. There is no sense to make of this all.—Dominick
