In 1991 I was in Paris on Bastille Day. It was quite a celebration. I was standing on the Pont Neuf - the new bridge...which is now the oldest bridge in Paris. There was a crowd of people around me speaking many languages. The Eiffel Tower was dark and all of a sudden the bottom 1/3 had the lights turned on. Then the middle section was lit up. Finally the top was all lit up. All of a sudden there were fireworks exploding.
It was glorious. For that one moment we were all united. Vive la France!
