Ten years on, we all remember when our Parisian way of living was shaken, and how it strengthened in the aftermath. Thank you, Lindsey, for this piece.
This was such a thoughtful, moving piece. I was working in Basel on that day, and reading this brings me right back to how I felt watching it all unfold on the news then. 💔 Thank you for writing this, Lindsey!
It gives me chills reading about it and even hearing the name of the music venue. I thought the French series En Thérapie that had fictionalized characters who experienced the attacks was very well done. As well as Revoir Paris with Virginie Efra which follows a woman during and after one of the attacks at a café and how she bonded with some of the others who’d survived as well.
Thank you for wonderfully well expressing that grief that never goes away also deep in us who if not privately affected still followed the horrors of that night in tears hearing the sirens of ambulances hour after hour while following the excellent French television channels coping with the reporting. And do you remember the day after how love - that of Paris and that of life - united us all with the Jacques Brel song "On n'a que l'amour" heard everywhere..
Lindsey — I’m only just reading this now, weeks later, and it still landed with full weight. Some pieces don’t belong to a single date on the calendar, and this is one of them.
The way you hold both the collective trauma and the intimate, bodily memory — the robe, the wet hair, the sirens, the moment your husband walked through the door — is incredibly powerful. It’s such a clear reminder that these anniversaries live in the nervous system, not in headlines.
David’s insistence on being more than grief, on refusing a single sanctioned version of “victimhood,” stayed with me too. There’s something quietly radical in continuing to live fully without pretending the crack never happened.
Thank you for returning to this with such care. It mattered when you wrote it — and it still does now. 💛
In 2015, I had not been to Paris. But I clearly remember how I felt during that wave of violence. It felt personal to me for reasons I could not explain. I watched the documentary "13 November" and wept. The names and faces etched with pain. Ten years and numerous visits to Paris later, I feel like it is my second home. Yesterday I watched the ceremony at the Jardin du Souvenir and felt immense pride. The citieens of Paris remember and honor their history in such beautiful, respectful ways. I was once again reminded why I love this place so much. Thank you for your beautiful tribute Lindsey, and for honoring the survivors and the deceased.
So moved to read this Lindsey. I well remember watching the tv reports on my tv in London. It was one of the most horrifying terrorist arracks and there have been so many
A beautiful tribute full of visceral emotion. I’ll always remember that night, our frantic texts, and the days, weeks, months, and now years that followed. Time heals, thankfully, but no one — no matter how they were affected as you beautifully shared here — will forget. 🇫🇷❤️🩹
Lindsay, this was so moving - sending love ❤️
Thank you 🙏
Ten years on, we all remember when our Parisian way of living was shaken, and how it strengthened in the aftermath. Thank you, Lindsey, for this piece.
Thank you for reading, Pamela! I can’t believe so much time has passed and yet it feels so recent.
💔 We’ll never forget.
Thank you for sharing this.
This was such a thoughtful, moving piece. I was working in Basel on that day, and reading this brings me right back to how I felt watching it all unfold on the news then. 💔 Thank you for writing this, Lindsey!
It gives me chills reading about it and even hearing the name of the music venue. I thought the French series En Thérapie that had fictionalized characters who experienced the attacks was very well done. As well as Revoir Paris with Virginie Efra which follows a woman during and after one of the attacks at a café and how she bonded with some of the others who’d survived as well.
Wow, such a strong piece Lindsey ! We will never forget 🇫🇷
Thank you for wonderfully well expressing that grief that never goes away also deep in us who if not privately affected still followed the horrors of that night in tears hearing the sirens of ambulances hour after hour while following the excellent French television channels coping with the reporting. And do you remember the day after how love - that of Paris and that of life - united us all with the Jacques Brel song "On n'a que l'amour" heard everywhere..
Lindsey — I’m only just reading this now, weeks later, and it still landed with full weight. Some pieces don’t belong to a single date on the calendar, and this is one of them.
The way you hold both the collective trauma and the intimate, bodily memory — the robe, the wet hair, the sirens, the moment your husband walked through the door — is incredibly powerful. It’s such a clear reminder that these anniversaries live in the nervous system, not in headlines.
David’s insistence on being more than grief, on refusing a single sanctioned version of “victimhood,” stayed with me too. There’s something quietly radical in continuing to live fully without pretending the crack never happened.
Thank you for returning to this with such care. It mattered when you wrote it — and it still does now. 💛
Thank you for sharing your experience.
All of us are hurting with you and, especially, the families and friends of the victims, but Paris shall not be sunk, neither by terror nor by fear.
In 2015, I had not been to Paris. But I clearly remember how I felt during that wave of violence. It felt personal to me for reasons I could not explain. I watched the documentary "13 November" and wept. The names and faces etched with pain. Ten years and numerous visits to Paris later, I feel like it is my second home. Yesterday I watched the ceremony at the Jardin du Souvenir and felt immense pride. The citieens of Paris remember and honor their history in such beautiful, respectful ways. I was once again reminded why I love this place so much. Thank you for your beautiful tribute Lindsey, and for honoring the survivors and the deceased.
U.S. person here. We truly all became French that day. When we are in Paris, we can't even go in that area because it is too painful even for us.
So moved to read this Lindsey. I well remember watching the tv reports on my tv in London. It was one of the most horrifying terrorist arracks and there have been so many
Still feels unbelievable that it even happened ❤️
A beautiful tribute full of visceral emotion. I’ll always remember that night, our frantic texts, and the days, weeks, months, and now years that followed. Time heals, thankfully, but no one — no matter how they were affected as you beautifully shared here — will forget. 🇫🇷❤️🩹
Impossible ❤️ would’ve liked to be able to hug you IRL today!
Same.🥹
I’m sure it was not easy to do, but I think that this is some of your best writing. That’s probably because it is so intensely personal.
Thank you very much ❤️