May 7, 2010
Through a child's mind everything is exciting. Now I know that instead of its apogee, the cultural and artistic golden age was at its end. It only follows money after all. What I saw was its last breath, before moving North to the tune of English Rock, and West to the pizzaz of American media. The France of poetry, of Monet, Big Novels, of the Avant-Garde only lives in history books. The energy now belongs to the immigrants, even as they are reviled, or put in their places as the locals say, their racism their defense against their regret.