Tuesday, May 1st, a strange thing happened. It didn't rain. But that's not all. the sun came out. And it was even pretty warm. Of course, the first day of May is a pretty big holiday in most of the world. When a day like this falls on a Tuesday, and you're in France, then there's no question about it. You build a bridge - between Sunday and Tuesday that is. No self-respecting Gaulois would work on Monday.
But I was on about Tuesday. This is the day that it didn't rain, the sun came out, the temperature went up, mama and papa didn't go to work, and that Clara came with us on a boat ride to the Jardin des Plantes. It seems like only yesterday. But it was really the day before yesterday. Ah the memories.
Inès and I like to think about how one day, we'll remember all the things we get up to today. "Wow, that's the parc St. Lambert? I remember it so much bigger!" or "When we took the path to the Chetif Moulin d'en Bas, I thought we were crossing the enchanted forest and that dragons would eat us if we didn't make it back to Ata's house by dark."
The visit of Saute Mouille la grenouille who showed up with Lorin, Edith, and my friends Tess and Scarlet?
Dancing? 
The day papa saw the Easter Bunny running away from the Chetif Moulin after leaving his booty of melting chocolate eggs?
Hanging with my cousins before they moved back to Greece?
Retro fashion with my best friend?
I wonder...
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