Monday, June 19, 2006
Bad things do happen
Just to keep it real, as they say, Paris is not all beauty and sensual pleasure. Bad things do happen.
I don't know the story about this poor car, but there it sat just a block from my apartment when I went out in the morning. I heard nothing in the night, no sirens, explosions, nothing. Happily, it seems the car was empty of people and animals.