Bastille Day -2016- | Android PRO |

And on the railings, tied to lampposts, pinned to the plane trees, flowers began to appear. Not official wreaths, but single roses, wilting tulips, sunflowers. And candles, thousands of them, their flames trembling in the morning breeze. Beside them, handwritten notes in childish script: “Pourquoi?” and “On n’oublie pas.”

It was a night for liberté , for the simple, fierce joy of being alive and French, or simply being human on a beautiful coast. Families were out: fathers with toddlers on their shoulders, teenagers with sparklers, old couples holding hands on benches. The annual fireworks display, set to launch from the sea, was the crown jewel of the evening. People craned their necks, phones held high, waiting for the first red, white, and blue starburst. Bastille Day -2016-

The next morning, the sun rose again over the Baie des Anges. It was mercilessly bright, the same generous light that had shone the day before. But the Promenade des Anglais was a ghost. The only sound was the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the rocks below—the same indifferent, eternal sea. And on the railings, tied to lampposts, pinned