This was a photo I took when visiting Paris with my daughter. The beautiful French flag flying during Bastille Day in the equally beautiful Arc de Triomphe. Like most of the rest of the world a part of my mind is taken up with what happened over there a few days ago. Trying to make sense of it. And I started thinking about my grandmother, resilient and still independent at 97 in Aveyron, deepest back-country France. My grandfather, decorated with the Croix de Guerre in the Second World War. My great-grandfather, also a Croix de Guerre recipient, in the First World War. And an even more distant ancestor standing up for the rights of the people as a revolutionary. All survivors, all fighters, all doing the right thing every day, not taking the easy road.
This is what we aspire to at Ahipara. Vive la France!