How is life in Paris after the attacks
CNN asked Magnum photographer Thomas Dvorak to photograph the French capital after the horrific attacks. Here's what he got.
(Total 31 photos)
1. Flowers and notes in memory of the victims of the terrorist attacks on the streets of Paris.
2. Woman in front of the Bataclan.
3. Sticker in support of refugees on an advertising poster.
4. A young man with a poster "We are not even afraid" near the restaurant Le Petit Cambodge.
5. Security guards at the Disney store.
6. Chalk inscriptions on Republic Square.
7. "Colored" quarter.
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9. Cafe Les Deux Magots.
10. In the church of Saint-Sulpice.
11. Children play near Notre Dame Cathedral.
12. Tourists at the Notre Dame Cathedral.
13. Crowd near one of the sites of the attack.
14. Near the theater "Bataclan".
15. On the Rue Sharonne.
16. Drinks left by cafe patrons after a false threat.
17. Bullet holes near the restaurant Le Petit Cambodge.
18. The crowd outside the restaurant Le Petit Cambodge.
19. A man with a French flag.
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21. A woman takes pictures of bullet holes.
22. Broken laundry windows.
23. Near the Bataclan.
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25. French philosopher Bernard-Henri Levy in the center of the crowd near the Bataclan.
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29. Circled bullet marks.
30. Republic Square.
31. Finally, we would like to show the appeal of the French journalist Antoine Liris, whose wife was killed in the Bataclan. They are survived by their 17-month-old son Melville.
On Friday night you stole the life of a very special person, the love of my life, the mother of my son, but you won't get me to hate you. I don't know who you are and don't want to know you are dead souls. If the God you're blindly killing for made us in His own image, every bullet that hits my wife's body is a wound in His heart.
Therefore, I will not give you this gift of hatred. That is exactly what you were trying to achieve, but to respond to hatred with rage is to give in to the same blindness that made you who you are. You want me to be afraid, to be suspicious of my countrymen, to sacrifice my freedom for security. You lose.
I saw her this morning. Finally, after days and nights of waiting. She was just as beautiful as when she left on Friday night, just as beautiful as when I fell head over heels in love with her 12 years ago. Of course, I am crushed with grief, I recognize this small victory for you, but this is not for long. I know that she will accompany us daily and that we will meet in the paradise of free souls, where you will not have access.
There are two of us left, me and my son, but we are stronger than all the armies of the world. I have no more time for you, I hurry to Melville, who is about to wake up. He is only 17 months old, now, like every day, he will eat his afternoon snack, and, like every day, we will play together. All his life this little boy will resist you by being happy and free. Because you will not wait for his hatred either.