Today, I witnessed an impressive ceremony commemorating Armistice Day at Place D'Armes in the city center. Surprisingly, few Messins turned up to watch the ceremony, and it seemed like there were more participants than spectators. Considering the importance of this holiday, I was disappointed to see so few in attendance. Nevertheless, I fought back tears during the reading of the names of the fallen, and marveled at the enormous sense of pride that swelled within me when the military band played La
Marseillaise, the French national anthem. There was an indescribable presence hanging in the air, and it spoke to me. At this moment I realized the extent to which France has already become a part of me.
