7:47 a.m., Nicolas Appert street, Paris 11e. This morning is freezing cold, before sunrise. I barely make it to the front of the previous Charlie Hebdo facilities before the first police car. They kindly agree to turn their engines down. As I set up, a man is paying his respect in memory of the victims. I wait for a little while. As he steps back a little, I walk to him and tells him what I do. He hints a sympathetic smile. I ask if he wouldn’t be offended if I dance. He says it’s okay. I brought a branch of Lunar annua that I had at home, it’s comes from Ardèche mountains and I love it very much. I leave it there*** As I go away, several police cars are arriving. I am still Charlie.