It’s been the saddest and most surreal couple of days in Paris. On Friday night when the attacks happened, we were just a few kilometers away at another concert venue with some friends. We didn’t hear about what had happened until after we left the concert and headed to a nearby restaurant. Someone at the restaurant informed us that there had been a shooting, but it wasn’t until places started to close their doors and police cars filled the area that we realized how serious the situation was. Our phones were quickly flooded with calls, texts, and messages from family and friends from all over, making sure we were okay. (So heartwarming to hear from everyone – we are safe and we ♥ you.)

When we heard what happened at Le Bataclan (and many other locations) we were heartbroken. We’ve attended numerous shows there, and love the bars, restaurants, and general vibe of that neighbourhood. I can’t even wrap my head around what has happened, so barbaric and senseless.

I may not be French, but I’ve made this city my home, and a little piece of my heart will always belong here. Vive la France, je t’aime.