Fête de l'école!

Sometimes, Inès and I talk about what we're going to do when we grow up. She says that we could wait until papa grows up and see what he does. Somehow, I dont want to wait that long.

It's never too early to start thinking about how you'll eventually sell our life away, and what better testing ground than the fête de l'école?

First try was show business. We both gave this a shot. And although our respective talents placed us up there with Fred Astaire and Eleanor Powell (who sadly only worked together once), papa says this is a vulgar profession (not Fred mind you, the milieu). And papa is a man of supreme taste and education.



Next we thought we would do a Walt Whitman sort of thing and try fishing. One with nature. Respect for the fish. That sort of thing. But papa says that fishing hats look kinda stoopid and we don't want to make any fashion faux pas. We live in Paris you know.

Inès then entered the garçon race. Run an obstacle course while carrying a full(ish) tray. I won't get into the details but I don't think we come from a long line of waiters.

The moral of this story is...there isn't one really. Just some Sunday night blabbering about the fête de l'école and an excuse to torture you with this great video, and this one.

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