Dining behind the Bataclan
We were eating dinner at Bespoke, a fun tapas restaurant on Rue Oberkampf in the 11eme in Paris, the night of November 13th. We crossed Richard Lenoir and walked down Oberkampf at 9:51 that evening--past the corner of the Bataclan. We didn't notice anything unusual--nor did any one else on the street that we noticed. The first we heard of the "hostage situation" was a text we received from a friend in New York City at 10:52. We then had our own drama, not knowing much, but knowing from international messages that something was happening around the corner on our block. The steel gates of the restaurant were closed (causing a Canadian woman next to us to start smoking--really woman? We're all locked in a space under police alert and you light up a cigarette?). Soon the blue lights of riot and rescue vehicles were bathing the empty street outside us, and then riot police...singly and in jogging formations--started to pass. We assumed we were locke...