Walking downhill from the métro I encounter two more signs:

STOP FÉMINICIDE

NOUS SOMMES

LA VOIX DE

CELLES QUI N’EN ONT PLUS

I realise I have recently seen someone on the métro reading a copy of Le Parisien, with a headline about how many women have been murdered this past year, and how many more it is than last year. All of a sudden the signs begin to make sense.

When Clémentine comes over I ask her if she’s seen them. Seen them! she says. I was out there a few nights ago pasting them up.

You should come with us next time, she says.