Tag: Diary


Paris

Saturday, November 14, 2015. Paris, 8am. The morning after the attacks in Paris.   Love is spontaneity. Love is a desire. Love is universal. It concerns everyone and everything. This morning, after the horrors of the night in Paris, let love be felt by: – The victims and their friends and families, the grieving, the…

Requiem for a Marvel

Extract from my diary, Palmyra, February 10, 2002. The ruins were charming last night, illuminated by the distant street lamps, but this morning they were beyond compare. I left at seven thirty, it was already broad daylight, and there I saw one of the most beautiful sights in my entire life. The columns of the…