ABSTRACT
The strike halted all railways, subways, and buses. Bumper-to-bumper traffic flooded the narrow streets of Paris, and walking became the fastest way to travel. The gray beauty of the Seine felt soothing that December morning as I walked by the river looking for number 19 Quai Bourbon, the law office of Roland Dumas. It was only Friday, but so much had happened that week, my head was spinning. It felt like the time I first met Dumas, back in the seventies.
