Whilst looking out the kitchen window, I spotted this unusual activity in the schoolyard below. Rather than a general melee of shrieking children, there were a few kids apparently prepping to run away with the cirque.
Thanks to my generous friend Sylvie, I have my very own apartment in Paris for, yes, 25 days. I have no plans or agenda, other than (1) trying to become less self-conscious about speaking French, and (2) visiting the city's marchés, patîsseries, boulangeries, cafés, confiseries, fromageries, restaurants...
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