These past three days have unfolded both slowly and quickly. Slow at the time, but over too fast. Now I'm heading home to my lovely girls and fella and back to my life which isn't laden with the deep sadness that has been here.

For that I am very thankful.

There has been time and space to talk intensely, reminiscing and working through future thoughts, as well as time to say nothing at all because only silence will do.

There has been a lot of sitting down and the occasional walk around the 18th arrondissement or up to the Sacre Coeur to look out over the city. In such times, of course, you come across shops selling dead blowfish and multiple copies of Capitaine Fuck.

I think Capitaine Fuck just about sums it all up.

Farewell Paris.