Just married, we moved into a hotel in Paris December 23 1984. Notre Dame was surrounded by soldiers and tanks. We were alone and couldn’t find a Christmas tree anywhere. We got one glass ornament from a stall and hung it on a lamp in the room. It was really sad. But by New Years’ Eve we had made some friends and were invited to a party in a huge old apartment. The other guests were all musicians from different countries, and they could not communicate easily in words, but they had brought their instruments. They formed little groups in different rooms, and each group played together beautifully. Magic.