Marching in Paris, January 11 2015
It’s one o’clock; I climb down the stairs from Mounira’s apartment rue Chevreul, come out of this white stoned hausmanian building, take a right up the rue de Montreuil and across boulevard Voltaire to the bakery of my Sunday baguette. The downflow of people on Voltaire is scarce but steady, calm and concentrate. No cars, no noise, only human voices below the helicopter buzz. A bunch of black kids up out the rue des Immeubles Industriels. The bare plane trees scrap the mid-da