I stood at the corner of Rue Etienne Marcel and watched as my pre-teen son crossed the street in the direction of his school; his smaller frame being swallowed up by the busy adult also crossing the street trying to get to work. It's the first day of school and in France here we call it La Rentree (also there start of the year!) I stood there for a good 5 mins perhaps - but it felt longer. By the time I got ready to move I felt like in that moment I felt his birth and growth and even the[...]