I took this photo 5 years ago, looking out over a city of art, of culture, and of beauty. Of broad, tree-lined boulevards and cobbled alleys. A city of champagne and steak tartar. Of royal palaces and republican monuments. Of Dumas, Hugo, and Wilde. A city of revolution, and the fin de siecle. Of liberte, egalite, and fraternite. And of light. I’ve been several times, and hope to return many times more. We must. Because if we don’t then they’ve won.