“Debout, debout!” comes the static-filled call from the raging granny on her microphone, somewhere far into the crowd. Another microphone, this time pushed into the face of my partner, the only visible man in our small group. The reporter introduces
soulèvements
Walking Paris
We started walking near the Trocadéro, the Eiffel tower an uneasy metal clarion rising through a misty November sky.