As far as I can tell, people in Europe are flabbergasted by what’s happening in the U.S. (as so many of us in the U.S. are, too).
Les temps sauvages, read one headline I walked by, with a red-faced man behind it.
There is no confusing that I am American. I want to apologize, say I am confused too, say I am sad too.
As always, I want to find a way to live here, which I’ve wanted under every administration. All these bikes. All this chocolate. All those terraces ready for wine and conversation.
It is really something.
The Wandering Introvert 