Every day we walk from our hotel on Avenue du Général Leclerc. We walk along this busy street where cars and trucks line messy sidewalks, where the air smells of gasoline and our lungs quickly fill with dust.
Up the hill thrones the fortified city, rebuilt and re-imagined by French architect Viollet-le-Duc — the same guy responsible for the restoration of Notre-Dame-de-Paris.
In many ways this is a tourist trap, but it’s what we came here to see. It’s what everyone here comes to see.
On our last day we head into the “modern city”: the one outsiders hardly ever bother visiting. I can’t help but wonder how it must feel, to live your life in the shadow of a museum artifact. Or a circus.
A world apart.