While I was in Paris protesters began by peacefully protesting labor law changes in Republic Square. I walked by the square when it looked like this and had to leave because there was an air of violence. I don’t know how to explain it other than my spidy sense was telling me to get out of there. So, we left and went on to doing beautifully Parisian things. That night, protests erupted in to violence, which led to looting, cars burning, smoke bombs, injuries, and police forcing people to leave. Thankfully, I was not party to or witness of any of this. (You’re welcome Mom.) However, the city was tense for a few days especially considering the already tense terrorism related concerns. Things were fine for the rest of our trip with relatively few sightings of military or police until the day I left, Labor Day. I read in the news when I got home that further protests became violent that evening. I was very sorry to hear this and hope things are coming to a peaceful resolution since my leaving.
Before I left many people asked me if I felt comfortable flying to Paris in light of the bombings there and in Brussels. I did feel comfortable. I never would have expected internal rioting while I was there. But, stranger things have happened when I traveled.
Have you ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time when you traveled? (I was just listening to an interview of some South American kids visiting Orlando during the nightclub shootings and can only imagine travelors in Dallas recently…)