A Horrible Tragedy

This is the saddest thing i've seen since moving to Paris. This morning outside the Champion Super marche on rue Kronstadt someone dropped a bottle of wine. The men in the cafe across the street all doffed their berets and wore their scarves at half mast. The women stubbed out half smoked cigarettes and broke baguettes in mourning for the broken bottle of wine. I cried silently as i walked the kids up the street to school. Somewhere out there a french family is having cheese, just cheese.