Friends and family were rightly concerned about us going to Paris just two days after the attacks.
We debated about going ourselves and in the end decided that Paris was likely the safest place at that moment.
There was extra security, of course. There were sirens every two minutes and the worried looks on faces when the police screamed by. A tension around the eyes.
We were told by the U.S. State Department to avoid public places, demonstrations, concert venues, restaurants and cafes, and other touristy places.
The cafe you hear in this post is how I will remember Paris two days after the attacks. Proud. Defiant. Determined to enjoy life together in a crowded restaurant. Looking around I saw many races. I heard many languages.
And I knew that everything would be just fine.