This is a continuation of Nancy’s blog on Tuesday. The vision was familiar. Flames from an iconic building in the City’s skyline. As I watched, the feelings of 9/11 percolated through me. I then remembered. The visits. Walking through the massive doors. The beauty. The history. And I remembered visiting Paris in December after 9/11. It was cold. I wore a scarf fashioned after the American flag. Parisians, not previously known for their friendliness to American tourists, expressed empathy and made us feel welcome. The recent disaster that we had experienced was felt by them. Today, their disaster is felt by us.