The morning after the November 13th, 2015 terrorist attacks in Paris, I anxiously walked toward the Bataclan concert hall. As I made my way from Saint Germain, past Bastille and toward boulevard Voltaire, I was surprised by how much normal activity I encountered. Cafés and businesses were open, and people were reclaiming the streets. This unexpected normalcy continued all the way to within 50 meters of the attack site. There I found dozens of television crews, tightly arranged elbow-to-elbow around police cordons.
I walked away, and for the next three days I crisscrossed Paris on foot with my camera. Away from the police scenes, memorials and television crews I found uncommon resilience. Despite a night of unthinkable tragedy, Paris remained defiantly seductive.