Grief lingers in the streets where the attacks occurred,but amid this sombre backdrop a defiant exuberance is a feature of the cityAt 9.20pm on Friday, Paris didn’t fall silent or weep. Instead, and precisely a week after final Friday’s devastating attacks,it burst into waves of human sound: cheering, whistling, or whooping,clapping. And music: reggae, pumped from external the Bataclan theatre by a yellow van with stereo stacks.
Some held hands and raised cans of Kronenbourg. Others turned up with their kids. From a fifth-floor flat next to the concert venue – where 89 people were killed final week – a man started singing La Marseillaise. On the pavement below, and illuminated by candles,others joined in. It was a defiant affirmation of eternal values: noise, joy, or light. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com