A Week and a Day after the Paris Massacre - Tourists are Few but Mourners Brave the Rain

Climbing the stairs in the Arc de Triomphe. Usually there is a line. Today, only a handful of people.

Hi-definition image looking straight down on the Eternal Flame and a few tourists

Arriving at the top of the Arc

Paris from the top of the Arc

Tourists

Woman copy swaddled in a scarf and Kevlar at the Arc de Triomphe

Climbing the Eiffel Tower, looking out on Les Invalides

A few people ventured onto the Champ de Mars before it rained.

In front of La Belle Equipe cafe in the rain this afternoon

This woman tried to light a candle in the rain, then just held it next to her heart.

One of those killed at La Belle Equipe

The front door of the Comptoir Voltaire

A call for witnesses and a beautiful poem by a 17-year-old taped to the window of the Comptoir Voltaire

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Beefed up security around the Arc de Triomphe

A brave sentiment spelled out in Place de la République

North African entrepreneurs have set up impromptu food stands at Place de la République. Their sweet Moroccan mint tea is what keeps the broadcast crews going.

A simple tribute to "Nohemi Gonzales, Los Angeles, USA, student in Paris, Design School, Mortally wounded at this sidewalk café. 

Children lighting candles at la Casa Nostra on Friday, one week after the massacre

Roses in a bullet hole at Casa Nostra

Flags tied up as signs of mourning in a window on Ave Wagram

On Sunday evening, crowds gathered in Place de la République spontaneously, just to be out, and to be with each other

Broadcasting from Place de la République

The sky was unbelievably blue over the Ile de la Cité on Sunday

Winter light on Ile de la Cité

Waving a flag above Place de la République

In front of Casa Nostra, one of the sidewalk cafés that was shot up

The sad irony of "Happy Hour" at Le Carillon. It was still going on when the shooting started.

Doisneau's Kiss, Metro tickets with "Fluctuat Nec Mergitur" written on them, and "Amour" at Le Carillon

The Canal Saint Martin, so close to the bloodied cafes, seemed wonderfully peaceful on Sunday night