CAPTAIN JACK / Billy Joel

And I don’t really know if Les knew he was saving us. We fell into Virginie and Hubert’s arms, jackson a small eyed warm baby in gray pyjamas, draped over my shoulder. It was cold and the sky was falling but we were safe. The door opened off quai malaquais into that stone entry and out bags and boxes slid off in a pile and I wanted to kiss the paves. I looked at the suitcases lining the tunnel entry and knew I’d remember that picture the day we moved out, and that it would go fast.