Statue and Tower, Île aux Cygnes, Pont Grenelle
...but I didn't. This is from Pont Mirabeau with Pont Grenelle pictured. A curious lady, old enough to have witnessed Paris's occupation and liberation, stopped while I was preparing for this. Her French was far too fast for me to follow, but I could easily understand her hands thrust from her heart toward the statue, as if prelude to an embrace. She seemed equal parts touched and amused that some Yank would be dodging the rain for this, and with a cheerful adieu walked away. Looking at the Statue, I thought about how beautiful she is and how fragile the freedoms she represents. I thought about these two nations that so often confound and exasperate one another, yet share so much, from flag colors to interwoven struggles for freedom. I remembered Victor Laszlo demanding the band at Rick's Café Americain in "Casablanca" play "La Marseillaise" to drown out the boisterous Germans, and for the rest of the day that anthem rattled around in my head.
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