It was one moth from the Attack on nice.
The french are still in shock. They still lay down flowers, cry.
It was heart wrenching to watch and somehow weird. It felt wrong to watch them mourn and the armed forces patrolling the streets.
France is cautious and aware and fearful. And I don’t think this will change soon. But at they same time they stick together, take care for each other and watch out for danger…
There is a certain unity and strength. Because chaos and fear bring out the best and worst features in anyone.