Place Bellecour and some kind of revolution going on. Sun hit the back of the exposed neck for the first time since September and that first uprising.
The question was what to actually do.
Nobody had been remotely intrusive so far lying down in the square reading how Napoleon reintroduced slavery amongst his exploits, and how inept his nephew, Napoleon III was; the second sequel was never a good idea. Jaws 3, Superman 3, Return of the Jedi; Alien3, there were cycles when people wante dto do things, society moved onto the next bandwagon that the cool hunters had just jumped off.
Was the city better without conscience ?

Shit, we fucked up and surrendered. Don't blow up our stuff cos we'd still like it once you've messed up and slept with your horse.
History, the remix, in front of Le Progres Tabac, selling chewing gum, cigarettes and porn, simple pleasures you could drop with will power, then react, renaissance, do it all again with an evolved head.
It wasn't that difficult.
Think I've convinced myself.