The environs of Paris have been inhabited since 10000 BN ie Before Now.
The banks of the Seine have provided life to the last of the Neanderthals, the Cro-magnons, the Celts, the Romans, the Franks, and then for the French.
After conquering northern France Adolph Hitler’s army declared a curfew and the City Of Light was dark from 9PM in the evening until 5AM.
No curfew was declared during the 1968 Uprising.
THe Mitterand government hadn’t needed to enforce a couvre-feu in the early-1980s.
No one had money.
Les Citoyen stayed at home after dark, but not us.
At night the city belonged to my friends and me.
Paris was our playground.
Fuck the CRS.
We owned the 1980s and then heroin and AIDS stole it all back for the rich and their heirs, until COVID hit Europe.
Two days ago the PM appeared on TV to announce a curfew with an end date.
A city without the sound of humanity like 10500 BN, but I had been there in 1982.
I have been in an empty Paris.
One person.
And they we were two.
Candida et moi in 1984
With her I knew the world was destined to dance again.
Not like Orwell’s world, because love will always ignite the light.
Not not today.
But close.
Close is good enough for me.
A bas les premiere Estate.
And long live the light.
