Flying home to New York tomorrow. I left Paris first thing Saturday morning. A kindly taxi manager who owed me a favor, kept his promise and sent a car for me. Then I got a train to Rouen to stay with an old school friend Veronique and her partner Catherine. I slept 13 hours on saturday night. And today Veronique’s sons Martin and Victor came to visit. By some miracle, Victor escaped the horror of the Bataclan. He planned to go to the club on Friday night (he is a musician and plays a similar sort of music to the Eagles of Death Metal), however a last minute work engagement took him elsewhere. Feeling great sorrow for those who were killed, the injured and their families and for the beautiful city of Paris. It has been an incredibly tough year for the city, starting with the Charlie Hebdo attack.