Good day readers,
I am writing this post in my last night in southern France. I was tired of cloudy and rainy London, and hopped on a plane very early Thursday morning, landing in Montpellier to enjoy a long and hot weekend. No one knew that before the fireworks display commemorating Bastille Day would end, that it would be marked by tragedy.
A double whammy also hit yesterday with the retaliation shooting in Baton Rouge, where an ex-Marine Sargeant open fired and killed three police officers and wounded three others.
This is our world now; endless nights of candle vigils, dyed flowers, and crumpled stuff toys at the site of death and massacre, to show victims that we care. However, not enough to prevent it from happening again.