Everyone is entitled to their own form of expression, and my opinion is just a drop in the Seine, so to speak. But as I watch this story unfold from afar, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness. I hope that whatever happens, the spirit of the river – its history, its charm, its ability to inspire – will endure. The Seine, like any great river, has seen its share of triumphs and tragedies, of beauty and ugliness. It's a reflection of the city itself, a complex, ever-evolving tapestry. And while I may not agree with every action taken on its waters, I will always cherish the memories I've made there. Because in the end, it's those moments of connection, of joy, of simple awe, that truly matter. And those, thankfully, are immune to any protest.