Letter from Paris

“In late autumn, when the slants of light incline towards melancholy, when the vegetable world is shadowed by decay,
and when I –- perversely and right on cue –- am full of bright cheer and boundless creativity, the temptation to drop in
on my favorite Paris cemetery is irresistible.”

This month’s Letter from Paris is dedicated to the brave journalists of Charlie Hebdo.
Ars longa.