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An intimate portrait of his wife sitting on the edge of the pavement, holding her husband's camera bag, lost in thought while the liberation celebrations take place around her. Lartigue recalls the glorious days in the summer of 1944 when Paris was freed from German occupation: "Liberation. Paris is ours again! Everyone moves out on the streets to celebrate freedom. Flags wave everywhere. A holiday parade without a route...people move in every direction, pass each other, cross again, mix together, embrace, move to new groups. Some people are gay, others not at all. Even though my heart is happy, it is difficult to be aimless. I haven't been able to take photographs for a long while. No film has been available. But I bring out an old roll of film I've been hoarding, hoping it is not too ancient to expose. The end of German occupation liberates my camera! I look out at Paris with new eyes. All of Paris! The miracle is not that she is only slightly scarred, nor that she has not been completely demolished, but that she is still there." (See Lartigue, Diary of a Century).