I am reminded of the scene in the Indiana Jones move where a swordsman confronts Jones with a dazzling display of swordsmanship and jones responds in an offhand kind of manner and shoots him dead.

IN the 80’s I knew a former Olympic fencing athlete, he was the son of a prominent diplomat. But by then he was an alcoholic little man with zero life prospects. Life is strange.

The gang tag on the buildings in, say, Detroit is so much more artistic than that in Paris.

Paris, was, dude. Forget about it.