Je suis Charlie aussi.

A sad day in beloved Paris on the day of the Charlie Hebdo attacks.

Paris was the first place I felt that my little blogging life was honoured. I could flash my journalist card anywhere and doors would open. Big burly security men at the entrances of museums would hold back throngs of tourists to allow me into the new show.  No questions asked (thank goodness because they would be asked in French and I'd be all baffled). Why? Because they knew I didn't have time to deal with a line. They wanted me to get back home to start writing up the glories of the exhibit.

So today is especially sad for writers in Paris.

Because the city makes writers like me feel like a rock star. You feel safe to say whatever you need to say. You feel appreciated. You feel cherished. You feel like your little blog of pretty Paris pictures is appreciated not only by people around the world who dream of Paris, but by the city of Paris itself.